Homeless Ice Cream

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every morning i drive by ben & jerry’s
haight-ashbury, hippie history 
he sleeps on sticky stairs 
remnants of mint chocolate chip, the
sugary smell underneath sleeping bag
comforts his drunk, drugged out body 
pressed against concrete like
ice cream against waffle cone, but
this isn’t dessert, i think 
of the hundreds of tourists’ feet
smiling, licking 
walking on his bed