Summer came, and
enthralled by dopplering music emanating
from that cool truck
–Van Halen, naturally,
Dairy Queen
chased Good Humor
down a Rocky Road…
loose stones
> thrown >
and waffling cones
creating a Ripple effect in pooled cream–
a Wavy Gravy speeding toward
Sunday’s edge
the jimmies gone, the whip dissolved
discovering
en Rooty
the world was indeed round
–there was such a thing as too much topping
(nuts, 2)
and glass was house, not Brickle
Butter scoop was a Truffle late
to re·verse sweet tsunami
contain her!
although Mud Pies
were a
piece of cake.
©Karen Robiscoe
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