the fat boy in a striped
shirt,
sitting plump
on the stoop
licks
contentedly at his cone
of ice cream.
triple scooped.
his small eyes
are lost in his face.
the world
is in his hand.
his life before him
will be forever
tied to this cone of
sweetness.
never quite found again.
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