✨ Going for Ice Cream

we're on our way...

Going for Ice Cream

We’re on our way
to the flower shop, to pick
up a tremendous kettle
of fish, some ticklish
bears, temporary

basalt, a terrible burglar
trapped in a basket, toxic
butter. When we get to the
tippity top of the mountain

there’ll be tragic biscuits
terrible barrels of trash
bags, titanic ruins and
(not to be left out of
the excursion), a band
of terrified bathing suits.

—Sara and Sonia Barkat, at age 12 and 10

Used by permission of the poets. Photo by Brendan Church, Creative Commons, via Unsplash.