She sits
And thinks
She thinks until a little fragment of ice,
Quickly evaporating into nothingness
Turned into a colossal iceberg,
Heading right at her
Causing her nearly to sink.

Ice cream bell.
She turns away,
Momentarily distracted by the tinkle
That lights up the eyes of friends and enemies alike
All forgetting their differences
Just for the cool sweetness of bliss.

Smiling
She turns back
And realizes that the iceberg
That was once about to crush her little fragile soul
Had returned to being a little fragment on the ground
Smaller than ever
And she thinks:

I just shouldn’t.