The Summer Of ‘89

The ice-cream man appeared 

at frequent intervals

on the corner of the street

near the large grassy area

in summery Sochi.

He had no van

just a barrow

and two cardboard cartons

of paper wrapped briquettes.

He had no fridge,

didn’t need one,

everyone knew 

Russian ice-cream

to be the best,

the best in the world

and so never got time to melt!

The evidence was all around.

The grass was full of people

enjoying the lazy sunshine,

sharing their music, smokes 

and iced creamy kisses

in the Sochi summer.

The perimeter of the grass

was edged with signs.

”Keep Off The Grass”,

an English speaker translated.

She smiled.

“But we take no notice!”


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