feel the breeze the grass at ease.
I love the lack of cracks on me,
filled in with green now grass in-between
dust clean;
leaves a trail of lemon scented something.
sat on a curb without a word,
eavesdropping on the beatboxing symphony of summer.
ice cream…
mom can I have money for ice cream.
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Author:
S~Q (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I was skateboarding today and the ice cream truck came around my neighborhood, I will never be too old to chase down an ice cream truck just for an ice cream sandwich. fun has no age limit, and it only has to make sense to you. also don't see too many joyous or upbeat poems and for good reason this took way too long
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