Ice Cream Village
Vanilla scoops top milky roofs, slide down in the rich heat of noon. Every tongue stretched to every abode— a custom lascivious, neighborly. All the children stoutish. The adults pallid soft shadows in rubber boots plodding through sweet puddles. Gleaming gutters funnel melted run-off into barrels for animals, fattening themselves sick. The daily ritual of heaping more where thawed spots… Read more →