The Chip Shop

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.