Every evening since Spring thaw, comes at the third hour
Dulcet forgotten notes; the ‘Softee’ ice cream truck’s encore,
Its saucy-syrupy-sundae rhythm seems to cool down the air.
The idea waffled that it might be someone’s sweet ring tone,
But, the sound Nestle–d closer in the ear; its gelato-ed beacon
Cherry/cheery, lilting, fairy tale sprinkles, inviting, swaying,
Reviving memories like yesterday’s creamsicle melting away.
Then comes the joyful chorus: selections made, orders fulfilled,
Happy adults and children drip home their wilting windmills,
To the churning musicale of an impromptu, ice cream carnival.
Audio, Ice Cream truck melody below, for the scoop on its tempo – in case one wishes to know: