Selected Poems
The last ice cream cone
So cold, late October, when we had the last ice cream cone
We scoot down the sidewalk, chase the Mr. Softee ice cream truck
badly yell-sing that maniacal song, as we run him down
barely catching him near a school, at the next corner.
Two adults laugh like school children, dig like dirt miners for money
The African ice cream man is amused with our shenanigans, first on the line
we beg for one chocolate, one vanilla cone each with rainbow sprinkles.
One sillier than other, we leap at last like the ice cream lottery was won.
Street people and little children gawk at us, boisterous and bombastic
in their eyes, we are a random creepy inter-racial couple with no filter,
fear or care about any half or whole assed comments made. We lip smack
smirk and fish face pose for skyward selfies and of course, scream for ice cream.
We walk off in victory, after work, both on our way home.
We dance into the crosswalk like in some big Bollywood production number.
We celebrate the chill and the end of Indian summer, loving life with a bang.
We scoot down the sidewalk, chase the Mr. Softee ice cream truck
badly yell-sing that maniacal song, as we run him down
barely catching him near a school, at the next corner.
Two adults laugh like school children, dig like dirt miners for money
The African ice cream man is amused with our shenanigans, first on the line
we beg for one chocolate, one vanilla cone each with rainbow sprinkles.
One sillier than other, we leap at last like the ice cream lottery was won.
Street people and little children gawk at us, boisterous and bombastic
in their eyes, we are a random creepy inter-racial couple with no filter,
fear or care about any half or whole assed comments made. We lip smack
smirk and fish face pose for skyward selfies and of course, scream for ice cream.
We walk off in victory, after work, both on our way home.
We dance into the crosswalk like in some big Bollywood production number.
We celebrate the chill and the end of Indian summer, loving life with a bang.
