we screech to a halt
in front of a teeny ice cream stand.
the awning is striped
pink and blue,
and there are shimmering daisies
crowding the counter.
she climbs off the scooter,
turning to me and asking,
"what's your favorite kind of ice cream?"
"chocolate," i answer. "what's yours?"
"mint chocolate chip." she smiles,
and it fits her so wonderfully.
YOU ARE READING
supermarket flowers. ☼
Poetry{ in which a boy works in the floral department of a supermarket and falls for a girl who loves flowers } 3/31/17 - #66 in poetry co-author : @little_broken_bird
