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ice cream van

days as perfect and clear

as you can ever recall

when summers lasted

as long as you wanted

and you never thought

about how old you were

or how much time had passed.

forty-forty in the park

with the kids from down the road,

French cricket in a school field

through the long holiday days.


ice cream vans melodies

ring out temptation

in the suburban streets

wavy lines for 99s form on the

burnt tarmac of packed car parks –

the sound of hot summers

of sunburn and freedom

when darkness fell gently,

an apologetic cough of an approach,

a tug on the end of your t-shirt sleeve,

and kids failed to come home when called.


Picture © Alamy from Daily Mail.