By Roberta Curley
Eating ice cream is like breathing.
It jumpstarts day and night.
I mourn summer’s end. It often
spells doom for free flowing
ice cream.
Licking each novel flavor keeps
me from obsessing over my
jewelry stash.
Jewelry may be heavy but it’s
not fattening. It is said: “a thing
of beauty is a joy forever.”
Ice cream is gorgeous for about
ten minutes. Plain old bits of
mint chip slathered with syrup
laden crushed walnuts drizzled
by marshmallow goop gets
messy… like life does.
I dress up my funky ice cream
with gooey toppings galore, but
glittery platinum and diamonds
wow J.Q. Public as I step out
my door.
Photo by Roberta Curley.
The last three lines somehow don’t work for me.