Josephine

15

"Popsicle"

It started so whole
A glistening beauty of ice,
Shimmering in the hot sun

Little by little, it was consumed
Savored in cool crystals
Relief from the unending heat

So the days did pass
As ice on a stick
With distraction leading to hurried slurping

And as a coolness rushed
Painfully to the head
Bells and books filled in all around

And down fell the popsicle stick