in the neighborhood
taken hundreds of times,
up ahead
I see a tent in a front yard,
coming closer
a long table with kids
sitting behind in a row,
a sign— Lemonade for Sale
cookies, candy, fresh lemons
on display.

I stop and shrug,
“I’m on a walk, no money.”
The smallest girl,
maybe age seven
with a blond ponytail
pipes up
“We take Venmo.”
What could I say
but order a lemonade
scan the code and pay
adding a nice tip.
They gave me a free cookie.

Lois Perch Villemaire resides in Annapolis, MD. Her stories, memoir flash, and poetry have been published in a number of journals, magazines, and anthologies. In addition to writing, she enjoys yoga, photography, and raising African violets.