National Poetry Month: Day 30

First Chair

To celebrate
despite the storm
and the hour
we clambered
into the over-lit shop
waited our turn
made our choices
tipped the pretty high school girls
and stumbled back
onto the post-rain sidewalk
scoops of cold celebration
cupped in our hands.

We walked up and back
telling the story again
when you found out
what they said
and how it felt
as our ice cream
began to melt
and disappear.