Foliaged trees face the northern border —
a pretty girl sits beneath them;
she’s manicured and perfect,
watching her mother
enter the green grocer.
Picking juicy sweet berries year-round,
like kisses from a backseat on cool evenings,
she daydreams to ballads from a songstress nearby,
climaxing soft behind closed windows.
As mother busies in unhurried choice,
nutrition clings in her woven basket;
vibrant enticed, such colours unite,
the same as her daughter’s dreams.