Bringing Mae Flowers

It tastes like a long vacation:

tropical mango, and island pineapple, and Margaritas on the beach.

It tastes like childhood:

water from a garden hose, potato chips, and peanut butter sandwiches.

It tastes like satisfaction:

salty sweat on tanned skin, a rushed lunch, and a glass of cold beer.

It tastes like warmth:

golden grains in the fields, picnics in the summer, and kisses filled with love.