Ice cream

I’m eating ice cream in the rain,it whips my hair to tangled tendrils:clouds hover like volcanoes, rain coldas Icelandic fjord, sun sweeps it’s face away.I’m eating ice cream in the rain, not any ice creamhome-made, thick with sugar and vanilla;the streets are wet and slippery again, shutters battermother’s hurry with umbrella.It’s May, the trees somehow too greenpollen drops its sticky spray on windowsswallows nest and roses curl around the fencelightning flares it burns the sky ignites the grey but I don’t careI’m eating ice cream in the rain and laughing.