no refunds

i walk over to buy

a dixie cup full of lemonade

from

the stand across 

the street.

three kids

sit at the little card

table.

ten cents a cup it says.

and below

that no refunds in

bold black letters.

i take a sip.

i understand quickly 

the reason

for the larger sign.

spit it out over

there, in the street,

the little blonde girl says.

not on the lawn.