Jul 2023
The muted bell
of an ice cream truck
of my youth
the red white and blue
of a bomb pop
left on my lips
and a tear that long ago
turned to salt
s
of an ice cream truck
of my youth
the red white and blue
of a bomb pop
left on my lips
and a tear that long ago
turned to salt
s
Written by
Whit Howland
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