on a popsicle while sitting
on the curb,
in the July sun,
our lips and mouth
would be orange,
or cherry.
stained with the sugary
colored ice.
it would drip down
our chins,
onto
our shirts and socks.
then we gnawed on the stick.
the rounded
popsicle stick
until it was all gone,
then we threw them
at each
other.
it was a long summer.
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