A brown spot appears
tendrils like tributaries
of a muddy
rain swollen river
creeping across
the flood plain
or the fibers
of the once perfectly
white napkin
And oh no
I know
the worst has happened
my ice cream cone
has sprung a leak
I rush to eat it
quickly
before the damage spreads
before the sun
can melt it further
like an ice burg
warming in the ocean
before the white cloth dam
can no longer contain
the flood waters
before my ice cream
can stain my shirt
I really shouldn't
have worn white
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