Poem 9 In Solidarity: Lemonade

By Lucy Furlong

Lemonade

We caught lemons thrown from windows
and rubbed the sweet juice and pulp across our faces,
citrus comfort for swollen skin, bruised fruit trodden
into streets strewn with metal, through fired clouds.
Acid seeds of future trees now buried in Gezi Park.

Lucy Furlong

Lucy Furlong

Lucy Furlong has provided this bio: Poet and Tree hugger.

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