In the Kitchen

October 26, 2010
I pour myself some of my mother's iced tea,
and it tastes like late July on the porch swing with you,
stifling hot
under the cool eaves,
holding the sweating glasses
as we prop our feet on the railing
and let our words sweeten the tea.

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BriarRose This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 23, 2011 at 1:30 pm

great imagery, it feels like summer...or the memory of summer

Either way, i like it

you say a lot with only a few words, and it makes quite an impact on the reader because it is so vivid

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