custard in delray

it's a long line,
doubling
inside, snaking
out onto the side walk.
kids, and dogs,
sunburned faces,
parents
patiently waiting
for custard
in delray.
everyone well behaved.
the last vacation has
been taken and
the end of the summer
nears.
the trees are still
full,
but some leaves have
fallen.
the line moves slowly
towards
the tired
trio of youngsters
working the big silver
machine
which cranks out vanilla,
chocolate
and raspberry
custard ice cream.
you wait your turn,
then lick at
the sweet cold cone,
melting in your hand,
like the years,
quickly away.