Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Love Is Butter Pecan Ice Cream

(May 15, 2007)
OK. So I was talking to this elderly couple at the restaraunt one day, and they were telling me how they met and how she "reeled" him in with butter pecan ice cream. Somehow, we got discussing poetry, when she asked me to write her a poem. I asked her what she wanted me to write and she said, "Write me a poem about...love."



Sitting on the front porch
          watching the sun set
behind the Spanish moss covered live oaks;
          watching butter pecan ice cream
melt in bowls that have been filled
          with chicken noodle soup,
          Spaghetti-O's, and oatmeal;
watching the dusk settle in
          and snuggle up to the horizon,
like you and me
          and butter pecan ice cream
                    on the front porch.

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