Ice cream cones and a leisurely walk <br />Shadowed by a building with a clock <br />Summer heat melts flavor as we talk <br />Muggy steam created a vanilla flow… <br />A stream that ran down to my elbow <br />Passersby hide thoughts as they gawk <br />Avoiding contact… traveling the block <br /> <br />8/9/09<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-melt-down/
