my neighbours' music is the soundtrack
of my children's early years
next door, some
body sometimes sings with abandon
& out of tune
like the ice-cream vans' melody
halfway through a rainy summer
you splash in the puddles
your faces all sunny
childhood summers and ice-cream are still synonymous
as you sing with abandon ancient songs
worlds gone by
i am glad none of us has perfect pitch
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