Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole

Strawberry ice cream
melts into waffle cone
napkin rushes to catch the drip

I took it as my companion 
to wander 
Central Park East 

A breeze lifts my half cap sleeves
mini floaties, whimsy allowed
the hour at its gentlest 
before the rush 

I walked 
under that one bridge 
to Wollman Rink 
sat on a bench 
ate my ice cream 
increments of rough cat tongue licks
reach for the cowlick droop
people-watching
bikers in neon pass
gaudy carriages 
pulled a string in me  

broken horse eyes 
linger deep
hooves in a steady gait

I look down to find
a sticky, fruity mess