Lyrics
Sonnet
Jennifer Kwon Dobbs
The ice cream man rewinds the tape to loop
the block again, and as he pushes start,
he glances at a bush of roses. Now,
he’s back inside a porch beside his love
whose scented hands take flight to stifle laughs.
“The world’s a plate of small delights,” she sighs,
“Yet Time will tell us both each one’s expensive.”
He leans to kiss her cheek. She cocks her head.
He stomps the brake. The song plays on.
An urgent crowd surround and block his truck.
(His love sits back and smiles.) He rolls down glass
to take an order. Children wait and watch.
The heat’s too much, but still the boy biked hard
against the song, and fell against the song.
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