it will rain, but to the small child
standing here before the ice cream truck
tomorrow's weather is irrelevant.
What matters is here, and now:
the heat,
the scent of strawberries
the jingling bell,
the feeling of his mama's hand,
the smile on the face
of the ice cream man,
the bubbling up of cold and sweet
on lips, and teeth, and tongue.
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