snow cone happiness

Such lovely coolness on a hot day is this

With a rainbow of flavors melting into the glacial scoop

Pleasing to the eye; pleasing to the tongue

The happiest of food/not food is the snow cone

I dare you to recall an unhappy moment involving one

There is no trauma related

No tears were ever shed into a ball of crushed ice

Just fleeting childhood memories, captured again

of bare-footed freedom, and care-free warmth

and an icy treat in a paper cone all sticky sweet