a Poem by Raquel Swann

I used to sit

By an open window

In the summer

With my hand

Nestled under my chin

Listening intently. 

Out of the sweltering heat

I heard a soft melody 

In the distance. 

I scurried into the next room

My face filled with panic



My mother’s warm smile

Comforted me 

As she reached 

Into her purse 

And handed me a dollar.

The sweet music reaches crescendo 

And I run outside

Others gather 

Waiting for anything 

That strikes their fancy 

On such a hot summer’s day.

The ice cream truck has arrived.

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