Upon eating ice-cream
We lose taste
Within two minutes
Then it’s simply
Cold and smooth
Has this happened
To you with
These simple words
That I write
Have they suddenly
Just become cold
And smooth and
Always there expected
Or do they
Still dance tickling
You like fingers
Over your ribs
Or the seldom
Seen yet always
Ah’d shooting star
Or have they
Become another pair
Of worn shoes
Or the umbrella
Left for storms
Or the dusty
Out of tune
Instrument of yesterday
Tell me honey
Do these words
Still toll sweetly
From far off
Steeples reminding you
Of time gone-by
If not I
Shall keep writing
Not to you
But with you
In mind for
You my love
Are always here
On these pages
If nowhere else
