Ice Cream Ladies
Passion flutters like summer rain
in the drying glow of tomorrow.
So with that in mind, the
ice cream ladies dangle their
thoughts upon the glittering
fabric of polyester pant suits.
Dressed in their finest clothes,
they scramble like insects
seeking food from a stranger.
Better to bond with nameless ones
that to stay exposed with
those who truly know them.
There is no mystery amongst the
minds who have come to explore
the world together. Ice cream
melts in the melting sun, and so
in trembling anticipation the
ladies of hidden hearts will trap
themselves into frozen images of
existence. Forever linking their
inside out thinking with the tumbling
of falling heroes who have become
endnotes of somebody else's story..
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