BANANA FUDGE SICKLE
ecstasy in that summer sound
charming the children all around his route
the ice cream man performing his merry mantra
echoing through the neighborhood, riding the south wind
bright cotton clouds circumnavigate deep blue clarity
the saffron sun, healing me with it's love
cicada humming counterpoint
with the groove of gray water sprinklers
drumming in the lime green grass,
bathing the orange ants
while lustfully I lick
deep yellow patterns in the frost
of my banana fudge sickle.

kaz maslanka
july 4 1997