and the
sun in her eyes,
heading for the desert --
heading for Leo and his lemons.
She looked forward to collecting the sunny, rough-skinned fruit,
and to seeing her fella.
She was too old to have a boyfriend,
(but she hadn't planned on being a divorcee again at 75).
The citrus trees dotted the
perimeter of his parched land,
keeping out unwanted gazes,
but doing nothing to deter the rattlers
which in turn kept her from ever feeling quite
at home there.
She peeked around every bush she passed,
carefully stepping across the porch
and taking the last few steps quickly, in case
a coiled beast lay in wait.
She hated snakes,but it was worth it
for Leo
and those lemons.
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