Looking at this pond

Is bringing me back

Forcing me to

Ruminate over

Those days we had

The family picnics

Where the family

Used to row.

Heads were bent

Over plates

Minds sweated

Near grills

And I tried to be mellow

Like the yellow

Lemonade in cups

But it never worked.

I always got worked up

Over how I looked

Or the boy I liked

And my absences of mind

Always made me get stung,

By the queen bee

Who always managed

To catch me with her glance.