I heard
the good
humor truck
today, the
calliope
of what
it means
to be happy.
To be
free, to
be waiting
with your
nickel, even
if it takes
two bucks
in this inflated
world and
buy an ice
cream cone.
Oh bliss,
oh joy
divine. Let
theology go
to hell and
nations fall,
come on,
my treat.
Tell him
to wait.
I’ll run
in and get
a dime.
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