as the ice
cream truck rolls
slowly
down the hot
street,
playing music
with a single
simple
bell, and
the children
scampering
down
the sidewalk
with dollar bills
in small clenched
fists, where as
last year
they were numb
in their strollers,
and now waiting
for the truck to
stop, for
the window
to slide open,
you see how quickly
the summer
passes.
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