Sticky melt ice-cream smears

Of foreign fruits and fainted flavors –

A peppermint twirl of color

That dribbles its way down

The shirt

The dress

Where a single drop quivers


And shatters on the carpet.

The mother scoops her child,

Murmuring into its sticky ears,

And swipes the treat from her daughter's face.

The End

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