Poem by R.M. Dolin, March 2026
Rocky Road
“What’s in Rocky Road?”
she flirtatiously asks,
while peering through
the glass counter?
“I donno,”
he decidedly answers,
with the practiced charm
of being glib.
“You said
it was
your favorite
ice cream?”
“Only cause it makes me
dangerous and debonair,
this is after all,
our first date.”
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