Miracle's truck comes down the little avenue,
Scott Joplin ragtime strewn behind it like pearls,
and, yes, you can feel happy
with one piece of your heart.
Take what's still given: in a room's rich shadow
a woman's breasts swinging lightly as she bends.
Early now the pearl of dusk dissolves.
Late, you sit weighing the evening news,
fast-food miracles, ghostly revolutions,
the rest of your heart.
The thought of ice cream brings memories of childhood summers. It brings the memories of times where everything was easy and everything could be enjoyed. No need to worry over anything else because the joy that it brings is the only thing that matters. Ice cream is delicious!!
I totally agree with your thoughts about this poem. It really evokes feelings of the times when we didn't have to do all this homework and all these college applications.
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