Saturday Morning Schoolin’
Fiery sun swimming higher with each passing cloud weather
Truck windows rolled all the way down weather
Going to work with Dad weather
Pull into the U-Totem store parking lot weather
What kind of stick ice cream you want weather
Definitely orange creamsicle weather
Lady bug dancing down the windshield weather
Here’s your stick ice cream weather
Dad, it’s not a creamsicle weather
I wanted an orange creamsicle weather
Driving on the interstate with Johnny Cash weather
But it’s not a creamsicle, I wanted a creamsicle weather
Dad reaching cross the cab to my hand weather
Chocolate stick ice cream thrown out the window weather
Best appreciate what you got in your hand weather
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I love the repetition here. Now I’m craving an ice cream cone:)
Love this! Especially since I’m a creamsicle fan myself.
Love it!
The repetition has an ordering effect that really works.
I love the way this form contains the implied dialogue–inner and outer.
You do a great job getting inside that child mind. A creamsicle weather ghazal!