Miracle Ice Cream

Miracle's truck comes down the little avenue,

Scott Joplin ragtime strewn behind it like pearls,
and, yes, you can feel happywith one piece of your heart.

Take what's still given: in a room's rich shadowa woman's breasts swinging lightly as she bends.

Early now the pearl of dusk dissolves.

Late, you sit weighing the evening news,
fast-food miracles, ghostly revolutions,
the rest of your heart.