You eat ice cream when the leaves turn red.
My lips hurt. It can’t work for me
unless the season’s right, but you savour
the sweetness anyway.
I use my quarter for the jukebox,
but you walk out without your jacket.
I want to make the most of my money,
then I run out to see what has changed.
You tell me how it is to see an almond moon
while I think about the heat.
I tell you about the song I just heard
So you’ll tell me why you don’t like ice cream.