No, Popsickle [first appeared in Court Green]

No, popsickle: stay.
Don't be eaten. Remain in the freezer, the
super market, lodge in the long
far-traveling fridge truck—Be convoyed indeed
be conveyed for a Dakota,
a Missouri—but when the truck arrive
at its depository
—or store—at the end of what hot bridge in the dim forenoon,
stay, little bulb of colored cold,
far in your cozy no-no.
I say chill, be a child, popsickle, refuse.

[for Kerry Mahan Griner]