MEMORIES WHILE SCOOPING AND LICKING

I remembered: “ice cream cones for a nickle”
as I recently scooped into a half gallon of coffee ice cream
making sure the cone was full before I laid on
a final scoop on top.

 

Over the years I’ve mostly tasted soft ice cream.
I’d never scooped for cones before.

 

Then I recalled those ancient days
when Howard Johnson offered 28 flavors
challenging my thinking that ice cream
came only in strawberry, chocolate, and vanilla.

 

As I began to lick my cone
while sitting in my recliner
I wondered why I’d deprived myself
of this simple pleasure while at home.

 

My final recollection was seeing
little children licking cones —
slowly developing licking techniques
and ignoring whatever smeared upon their faces.

 

I must have done that
“once upon a time.”

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