Lily Zhu

Sweet Relief

Every soul on Earth craves for it
on a boiling hot summer’s day.
Eight-year-olds on playground
swings chant, “I scream, you scream,
We all scream for ice cream!”
What do we all find
so fascinating about this
wondrously sweet delight? After all,
It melts once exposed to the
warm, humid air. It does not
Cool me down. I continue,
unwillingly, to
fume uncomfortably. I squirm
in the suffocating environment;
I long for the sweet, chilly
desert. Yet I know it will not
comfort me.

Observing the children
on the playground,
now chasing each other wildly
in a game of tag,
I can’t help but
wonder how they can stand it.
Oh, that’s right.

The ice cream truck is on its way.


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