Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Haiku: Street Food

on April 4, 2020

On long summer days
We sat on the curb waiting
For the sound of bells

We longed for the taste
Colored ice for tongues’ licking
Refreshment from heat

He was our hero
Bright memory of childhood
The popsicle man

4 responses to “Haiku: Street Food

  1. Dale says:

    Something about the bells of the popsicle man or the tinkling tune of the ice cream truck that evokes the fondest childhood memories.

  2. vivachange77 says:

    Glad you like it, Dale. 🙂

  3. Popsicles and snow cones. Summer!

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