Limonada de café

I take a slow sip,
taste first sunshine then shadow:
coffee lemonade
memorias agridulces
in a distant time and place.

This memory is sponsored by a paint chip poetry prompt.

We were in Colombia when I was first offered coffee lemonade. I asked, “What does it taste like?”
“Like coffee. (pause) And lemonade.”


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