Melody and Change

  
Closing my eyes, 

I heard the melody and felt the dirt beneath my bare feet. 

Shaking my filthy jeans, the sound of jingling came from the pockets. 

I ran, fast,

down the street towards the song, 

hoping not to miss my chance. 

“The Push Pop please!” 

A gobbling of nostalgic ice cream during a blistering summer’s afternoon, 

the taste of my carefree youth.

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