The Choc Ice Boy
by Carol Wolrich
Soft-toned on the palate like Neapolitan
the jay and the chaffinch carry roses
on their breasts; pink plumage slices
in home-grown shades of pastel summers.
And I recall; creamy, cold flavours
- vanilla, strawberry, chocolate -
melting on my tongue, long ago.
But you always chose a choc ice
from Mr Tony's van.
You liked to break the brittle-tender
And I wonder about you now:
Do you listen when a song thrush sings?
Do you still enjoy breaking things?
Do you ever think of me?