Sundae Spice
Do you remember
the first time we met?
I do: it was on a warm
sundae afternoon.
There were gales
of mischief and glee
all around, each cradling
a clear plastic bag,
with a treat of tumbleweed
trying to escape the rim:
banana, toffee or
vanilla flavoured
cotton candy; or
were they woolly fibres -
similar to the strands that
intermingle in your felted hair?
Copyright © Arnisha Paxman | Year Posted 2012
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