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Sunday, 22 March 2009

We will never turn to salt

Do you remember?
That serene day in winter?

We spent it on the beach,

Ice cream filling our mouths.
You devoured strawberry
And I stuck with mint.

Our hats kept us warm

And our scarves choked our breath.

We walked for such a while.

I decided to turn and look back.

That distant ice cream truck

Was a speck against the sky.

And seemed to me, alone.

1 comment:

Penny Manning said...

An ice cream during winter? Not in my neck of the woods! Still, nice poem.