Beside the graceful building,
Can't see the top
She's just too near
To the grand firm bricks.
But the ice cream van is here.
Tight and nervous in the queue.
The brass band background,
The dancers in black suits.
The waiting.
Her legs ask her to run
Families ask for ice cream and ice cream
For kiddies and grannies.
The tourism tires her
With a visit herself.
It starts to spit.
At the front of the line,
She asks for a 99.
Syrup drips,
Thunder rumbles,
Shivers as she licks.
The shelter of the looming building.
The peace of a stormy day away.
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