ICE CREAM CONE
An ice cream cone, vanilla,
lay face down on the sidewalk….
Ants were having a dance….
Did some kid drop it on the cement?
Did some kid drop it on the cement?
Did she trip? Did she cry? Did she
look at her brother and sister’s cones
still in their hands - still being licked?
Were there any tears on the street
on the way to their car or home?
Cones! Ice cream. I’ve dropped
at least a dozen in my life - and as
for tears - I’ll keep those silent -
but I see them on the sidewalks of my
life more than dropped ice cream cones.
© Andy Costello, Reflections
2017
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