Eating Lemons

It tastes sour, almost bitter when I bite into it,
The juice filling my mouth
Not the way it was when we were kids
Sitting propped on a curb,
Feet resting in the silt as the gutter waters rushed over them
Everything was so much better then.

We used to worry that the salt wouldn't pour
From the minature blue container just like the big ones
We used to pretend we were that girl in the yellow dress, under the blue umbrella
Sometimes I wish we could go back,
When times were simpler and the lemons almost tasted sweet.


Ambush

You locked me in the closet,
And the more I try to get out, the more you laugh
You got me this time,
But just remember, your clothes are in the closet, too!