I'm just too near
To the grand, firm bricks.
Crushed and insufficient
Beside the elegant building.
But the ice cream van arrives.
I queue, tight and anxious -
The brass band background -
Dancers in black suits, jitters.
I twitch.
The waiting.
My legs ask me to run,
Families ask for ice cream
After ice cream for their
Kiddies and their grannies.
The tourism tires me
A visitor in a city that was
Once mine.
At the front I ask for a 99 -
Syrup drips,
Thunder roars,
I shiver when I lick.
The shelter of the looming building
The peace in a stormy day - away.
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