Vera Sidhwa

Ice-Cream Cones - Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Through the wispy summer haze,
My eyes beheld the colors,
Of ice-cream cones,
Melting in hot sultry days.

My mouth watered,
For these icy confections,
In green, yellow and blue,
Creamy perfections.

My favorite truck,
Would jangle tunes a lot.
My ice-cream cones,
Would come closer a lot.

I asked the ice-cream,
Truck driver whether,
He would give me a free cone.
That would've been my rainbow dream.

So the ice-cream truck driver handed me one,
Without a charge.
He gave me an ice-cream cone yellow and large.
I bit into it and slurped and slurped and slurped it.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, July 12, 2013

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