Ice Cream by Lynn F Hoffman

I spent all my wealth
on an ice cream cone.
strawberry.
some of it I ate,
some of it I shared,
some of it melted
and dribbled on the ground
leaving stains-some pretty, some ugly
but all of them a cause of joy among
certain sweet cream-eating ants.
now the cream and cone are pretty much gone,
just this little tan spike remains.
I plan to enjoy every last
crunch and lick
every flavor, every cool aroma
every hot sugar aftertaste
every fruity reassurance
and if you'd like the smell and chill
and feel of the cold-cold
brain freeze that comes
from the licking of a well-tended
much-enjoyed cone,
if you would like some chilly pink
to run down your chin,
come closer and
we'll share
what's left.