Tag: ice cream
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1406: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: Sunday Afternoon Mr Whippyis in the neighbourhood. Pop Goes the Weaselechoes from red brick,through open windows. Ice cream weatherhas returned. The sun is shining again. The tune drifts on,turning corners,finding gardens, opening old summers. By the timeit fades, the street is sweeterthan before. Everywhere Poems don’t have a subject. They have a…
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Ice Cream with Poetic Bloomings
Mint Bright because the air bites cool and wintergreen, and bare bough trees hang withered leaves, and because they fall, they crunch like sugared cones and crispy flake, and because days are rushing into heavy fog and damp brick walls, and because autumn’s halo golden glows — we will eat minty green ice cream because…
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