the ice cream truck blows by
with ice cream songs
melting an ice cream world
and I am not
nor do I want
to be a part and parcel
delivering this magnified message
to the deaf and blind.

the sound of wind blows down
hot air from high
where he sits softly,
has the whole world
in his hot hands.

and though the temperatures
differ between here and
there, we declare that you
are here and we are there

and the heavens come down
as we sing and sing and sing
from here until today.


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