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Ice cream on a plate
reminds me of
birthdays:
sitting around the table
under wafting waxy candle smoke,
soggy cake
and vanilla cream puddles
scooped on bending spoons,
laughter in our cousins’ icing smiles,
playing kick the can
in the asphalt dark,
and wet feet
in the cold grass–
young enough
not to think of candles
running out.