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An Icy cold, sweet treat.
                       Often starts with vanilla, cookie cream,
               Chocolate, java, mint, but things cold down fast.
      Sprinkles, brightly colored warm gummy candies, and almonds
     Replace the cherry  on the  top we used  to think was so all that.
  Back in the day, I used to visit my sister when  she worked in a place that
Sold this delicacy.  Polly’s, red and  white striped awning, Red counter tops,
  It was always  packed on Memorial Day, and   the 4th of July.   During the       winter Polly’s was     closed, saddening me,   especially in the spring when it could have been open a little sooner, to , delight those of us who loved her offerings so.  My special concoction  was a  Carolyn’s special, which is a butter pecan with hot fudge sundae.  Oh, my goodness, I remember this diabolically great taste, as if I had eaten one a  few minutes ago. When in actuality, it was over fifty years ago. I’m salivating right now thinking  about that sweet small town, America, lovely icy taste. I  don’t think I’ve had that taste   in fifty years.  Who could forget it though?    Or orange or pink Sherbet, that  tiny, shocking first bite?  Remember those Instant headaches before we knew better? My teeth shudder at the shaking brain syndrome  caused by letting  this darling hit my palate too fast, without warning.   Two  scoops? Are you kidding? Were y    ou not listening? I can’t  stop shuddering, and I’m eating a sample! I had a petite affordable sugar cone, whereas you chose the ostentaciously diamond-shaped waffle. Why not make it a sundae?    Or a concrete?   No pun intended.  The baby is pulling on The five year old’s arm now, and the five is    
            wailing. Every eye in the shop is now watching as the 
            Large   pink  freezing wad  with  the blue and green
             sprinkles falls the four feet to the black and white 
             linoleum floor and there   are many eyes here beca-
             use it’s 8:30, and this place closes in twenty-seven 
             minutes.  As  the  stickiness hits, making a  giant,
             resounding plop the place is instantly and miracul-
             ously tomb-quiet. Then   everyone   springs  into 
             action.  Everyone wants to fix this, Seven custom-
             ers, a  grandma and  an employee with a gray mop
             and a stack of dingy blue and white teatowels runs
             over and a new me is handed to the sobbing five.

Entered: Concrete Poetry Contest   Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy   8/26/18
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