husband and I trek a mile for ice cream
just for the creamy banana,
crunchy pecans, and chunks of
thumb-sized chocolate.
shoes flipping and flopping over
overgrown grass peppering swirly brown mud-cakes,
skipping over white dots
powdering the steamy asphalt
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"Creamy banana, crunchy pecans, and chunks of thumb-sized chocolate"...Yum!
ReplyDelete:) Chunky Monkey to the laymen lol.
ReplyDeleteI could go for some thumb-sized chunks of chocolate myself!
ReplyDeleteThe smallest morsel would be good for me...as long as there's chocolate in it!
ReplyDeletehaha. yes, agreed.
ReplyDeleteLovely imagery in this piece.
ReplyDeletePamela
thank you!
ReplyDeleteWish you would share chunky monkey with me! Thanks for sharing the lovely images through your poem.
ReplyDeletelove
Butterflies of time
http://harivarasanam.wordpress.com/2011/05/27/sin/
hehe! there is enough for all!
ReplyDeleteIf you trek a mile for ice cream, at least you work some of the calories off. LOL.
ReplyDeleteI'll take that thumb-sized piece of chocolate please. Wonderful stone!
ReplyDeleteA delightful and tasty read. The lengths we would go to to find food satisfaction!
ReplyDeleteEileen
Mary, it was a mile both ways, before we sat down the eat LOL!
ReplyDeleteThanks Liz and Eileen!
Chocolate AND ice cream! THAT'S what I'm talkin' about:)
ReplyDeleteheck yes! haha.
ReplyDeleteRich and visual...the walk to the get the decadent indulgence and your words~
ReplyDelete:) thank you!
ReplyDeleteVery nice the way the imagery mirrored itself in each stanza....chocolate yummy treats....and natures visual treats.
ReplyDeleteNice!
~alaurilee