Miracle Ice Cream
Miracle's truck comes down the little avenue,
Scott Joplin ragtime strewn behind it like pearls,
and, yes, you can feel happy
with one piece of your heart.
Take what's still given: in a room's rich shadows
a woman's breasts swinging lightly as she bends.
Early now the pearl of dusk dissolves.
Late, you sit weighing the evening news,
fast food miracles, ghostly revolutions,
the rest of your heart.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
miracle ice cream
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