Ice Cream Shop
The rain was cold, raw.
The drive was tedious.
I saw the building,
The one that held the ice cream shop;
It was yellow.
Out of the yellow of the building there were rays,
These rays were intense.
They shone through the rain pellets.
It was apparent they were mustering up memories.
These memories were recent, they were also distant.
I saw little children; in white dresses, little ladies;
The boys wore seersucker shorts, they were sky blue.
These little ones had a measurable bounce.
They were holding the hands of their parents,
On line waiting for their favorite treat.
Above these figures was the bluest sky ever seen.
The anticipation in the air was thick.
There was a slight breeze to accompany the warmth.
Soon there was to be a uniting of child and treat.
There would be a melting, a little messiness,
This was all part of the plan.
The moment when the confection connection was made
Will stand in time, it will be a representative moment.
It will cause a yellow building in the rain
To emit rays, powerful rays of memories.
These will cut through the cold raw pellets.
They will enter the minds of young and old,
They will hold together deserved warmth,
The innocence that is childhood…
Joseph James
10-19-11
©from 'O the Elms'
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