One Summer
/You complain
as I fall behind
picking wild flowers
but later
you’ll be the first
to offer a vase
We’ll drink
the last of the apple wine
and together cook a feast
of what little we find
or maybe
we’ll make a run
to the local store
in search of an onion
or another ingredient
lately unaccounted for
then I’ll laugh
as you tally
incorrect change and complain
as I fall behind
By Eve Paradise