016gm16b Chola Mila Poem by Manonton Dalan

ice cream vendor walking the strip
with her roller blades and push cart
twinkles on her hair; sparkles on heel
she doesn't say a word but rings bell
won't take cards nor checks but bills
she smiles for a tip and thanks for nil

child begging for free chase the lady
she's fast for tiny feet; tumble on street
cries heard to a distant beach; alarm
mom came rushing to the scene; late
lady give her klondike bar; soothing
bruises on her knees; just bit of skin