Forked lemon ribbons wave behind blonde curls and a smile.
The vegetable man waves a carrot, left in the wake of yellow ribbons.
Black shoes with scuff streaks on the side skip towards the candy shop,
but can't go inside. All the jewels of sugar vanished along with the cash
register and plastic bags. The cement leads on, winding back to the square
where a fountain pours colored water down the side of a rock face,
turning brown to green and lemon.
A cart rolls in front of the child as she dodges traffic to reach the other side.
Ice cream, mounded on a cone that tastes like styrofoam.
Small hands reach up and pass on a silver coin before grasping at the nearest
skyscraper of sweets. Chocolate, raspberry, vanilla, sweet pea.
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