the ice-cream truck
out front.
the monotonous
song
like a kaleidoscope
of some sort
playing over and over
again.
i hear
the children
screaming, running
towards
the window
in the side
of the old beaten
truck,
once swan white.
immediately i go
to my
couch looking for
nickels and dimes
between the cushions
to buy
my nutty buddy bar
before he drives away.
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