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by Uriel Tovar

my sister
sitting in the back seat of my car
waited for her
banana jubilee
while she wrote a poem
about birds
with the window half down
tracing outlines of leaves on the
paper.

She put the paper down
and took the cold
ice cream into her hands
forgetting
the magic of words
with every spoonful.

08/24/2005

Posted on 08/24/2005
Copyright © 2020 Uriel Tovar

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 08/29/05 at 01:47 AM

External causing internal. It should have been the other way round.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/28/10 at 03:42 PM

Uriel, you've penned a wonderfully endearing poem and deep and capturing more than thirty one flavors. Yes, if we are not careful the words to whom we have promised and devoted ourselves, given they confront such overwhelming nemesis as ice scream can be, will not be as faithful or as virtuous. so we must keep constant vigil that we do not succumb to such temptation that by any other name could never be a sweet as the poems we put down.

Posted by Amy Manning on 10/03/11 at 11:51 PM

Maybe she should have flung gobs of ice cream on that page, go full circle. Great work.

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