an ice-cream castle

with cream-filled puffs

that float like clouds in your mouth

wafer sticks guard the gate

from which chocolate rivers

flow out

into the moat

of the bowl below, and

from atop the throne

high above, at the summit's peak

(the sundae's peak, i mean)

a hand-picked cherry is placed

i don't mistake

the cherry with

what truly matters, for

in a world where people come and go

i'm glad to make and eat ice-cream with

those i love the most.

I needed to write something cheerful today.