on a hot, muggy August night
as only the City can conjure up
I walk south on Fifth towards
Washington Square Park
the sweat threatens to blossom
across my forehead
a blond woman walks
towards me
licking a large vanilla ice cream cone
as she nears she
tilts her head
her brown eyes touch mine
her blond hair hangs to one side
her pink tongue wraps itself
around the bottom
of the dissolving
white globe
that eve