Time to move. Like, literally. 
I've been frozen behind the counter for ages. 
Vanilla, Chocolate, Strawberry - I've seen them come and go. 
Meanwhile my chocolate chips have become 
little solid discs and I have no idea when I'll ever get my big break,
scooped up,
that chink in the ice
cream.

But one day, once upon a time,
swooping down comes
the stars
the milkyway
the Big Dipper.
My body is moulded for Them.
I arch my back into the curves until They hug me tight. 
I am perfectly round and pristine.
Now orbed, I orbit Their galaxy. 

But then, the dizziness comes to an end,
and I find myself without them. 
I'm frozen again,
atop of a mountain. 
I proudly stand round,
my chocolate chips glisten under the 
starry shoplights 
and now everyone can see,
my cookie dough. 

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Today’s Prompt

Today, I’d like you to challenge you to write a poem that similarly presents a scene from an unusual point of view.