Jamoca ice cream drips off a waffle cone
Flowing playfully down the rough outer crust
Of burnt shell
Across smooth fingers, tight-grasping,
As the coffee taste waves the world good-bye
Falling aimlessly between fingers and sky.
A beautiful girl dreams away
Her ice cream melting
In the heat of the day
And as she sings to the world
Her lullaby
She swings through the air
And jamoca sky
© Raymond t. Carter 2001
