it's a good day for ice cream

it's a good day
for ice cream, i tell her.

my arm around
the cool roundness
of her bare

shoulder.
the fan upon us in the great
room

where the dog
likes to lie on the rug

and be a dog.
so we go.

two scoops each.
taking turns on each other's
cones.

our lips sugared
in mint chip and coffee.

it's the beginning of a wonderful
night.