The Ice Cream Truck
By Michelle Garren Flye
Don’t say goodbye yet.
Just wait. It’s not time to go.
The ice cream truck will be here soon enough.
See—you can hear the music.
I know your mouth is dry and you’re hungry—
I know the music is still far away,
But I can give you water while we wait.
We can watch the cars together.
Maybe there’s a fancy one.
They streak by in multicolored glory.
You almost forget the ice cream truck if you watch.
You almost forget you’re waiting.
But wait. Don’t leave.
I hear the music now.