Journey: A Haiku

  I can not sleep I can dream: I can go where The wind calls—peace  

The Ice cream Man

On thirty-first street Summer fun is Ice cream truck visits The bell rings;   The ice cream man Faithfully delivers gifts of ice-cream We hustle our $1. 25 Gather our taste buds like bees collecting honey   Need a penny, a dime—no worries The friend standing behind you Shouts– as if sharing is the rite…