The Sweetness that Stays

In my aunt’s velvet covered chair, 
I paddle away (a diet I whisper) from
double cream hot fudge ripple.
 
From the steady kitchen cassette deck, our favorite
Peter, Paul, and Mary as she blends for me 
last summer’s frozen 
blackberries with saccharine.
A pale purple slush melts
in the hollows of my cheeks.
 
When her back would give out, 
she’d call the firefighters, 
who’d come joking, tender, with moves 
as sweet as August.
 
Our ice cream won’t leave us
without the crunch of crystals. Saccharine is 
three hundred times sweeter than sugar.
Think of that power, my aunt with her hands
steady on the tow rope 
she cast into my river.

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  1. Debby you never cease to amaze me! Love it! If you ever get to Atlanta please spend some time with Sue and I.

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