There are joys that last past puberty.
Riding a bike in the park after dark
I was free to be a racer, a chaser of
Of dreams that in daylight seemed
Out of sight. But not beyond a boy’s
Fantasy of winning The Grand Prix.
A dream so ripe that he whizzed right
Past the ice cream shop and Didn’t
Stop for a double dip of chocolate chip.

Another favorite. LOVE! Susan xoxoox
Here's to dreams with allure broader than ice cream🍦