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Icecream

Icecream

I hear the tinkling sound
our favorite truck.
the crunch of empty wrappers
and click of popsicle sticks
hitting the pavement.

Cones and bowls
our treasure chests
holding the swirled and frosted treat
deep within.

The freezer door was opened
and closed
and opened,
letting the frigid air
lap out
onto our faces, 
greeting us.

Clanging spoons
and laughter.
The sound
of dad’s corny jokes
and the sight of chocolate syrup
stuck on my little sister and brother’s faces

But tonight only one bowl is filled,
because that is all he knows.
And that’s okay,
The legacy lives on.

Ride

Ride

Ode to Rock(s)

Ode to Rock(s)