Theresa Ann Moore - Summer Melt Down

Ice cream cones and a leisurely walk
Shadowed by a building with a clock
Summer heat melts flavor as we talk
Muggy steam created a vanilla flow…
A stream that ran down to my elbow
Passersby hide thoughts as they gawk
Avoiding contact… traveling the block

8/9/09

Theresa Ann Moore

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