I am only thinking about how
it takes a silo filled
of strawberries and cream
to face summer’s hard heat
and with each added degree
back to the store I’ll go, senselessly
cheap, ripe when I’m ready.
another round of reddi whip
a tower of pink hearts,
cooling me down with delight.
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OK – this is the second ice cream poem I’ve read today. I take that as a sign.
back to the store I’ll go, senselessly
cheap, ripe when I’m ready. – Nice lines!