A poem about heat and ice cream.
I’m as hot as the Sahara
The sun is furious with
Heat and intensity
A waterfall of sticky sweat
Is gushing down my face
Tasting the salt on my lips
I search for relief
With no shade in sight
I ponder seeking cool comfort
Of air conditioning
Then something catches my eye
Like a blaring light from the heavens
The humble stand radiates relief
As I near it I feel hope
With the most scoops
I’ve ever seen
The Mount Everest of cold ice cream
The first taste is relief
The second sanctuary
I already know there is no going back
So I wolf
Down that frozen dessert in
Sound breaking speed
And then I realize
With a sinking feeling in my gut
The previously amazing treat
Was no more
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