A YOUNG MAN’S SUMMER’S EVE — a Poem

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

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