so- joey and i went to the ice cream crank today - and NO pumpkin ice cream! they sold out! she said they've been selling a gallon a day - anyway, they'll have more tomorrow. in light of the ice cream situation, i'm posting a poem from a few years back- quite relevant ;) especially if there's no pumpkin ice cream to be had...
Chocolate and Cherry Summer
It felt as if we spent that summer standing
in the frozen food section of Grand Union,
relishing the icy rush of air
when one of us chose a flavor- reached inside
to grasp the cardboard pint, ice crystals
melting almost instantly underneath our fingertips.
The rest chose quickly, I always struggled to choose. Agony,
almost. Cherry Garcia was guaranteed to be
delicious, but what if the new Apple Crumble
was better? I’d stand for what felt like hours, grasping
my plastic spoon from the deli. Open the door-
close it. Open, reach – let it close again, feeling
the frozen air mingle with the warmth
around me- and fade.
They’d all be gone by then. Some from frozen foods
to the cashier, others already outside at the picnic
table on the side of the store. In desperation,
I’d reach for Cherry Garcia, the taste
of chocolate and cherries already
on my tongue, settled into a lack
of originality but contentment
in the certain.
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