There is something
intriguing about
an iceberg in
the summer time,
with a short length
of lumber driven
completely through it.
Floating in mid-air,
above a gaping maw,
just before it melts
into a refreshing splash
of delectable delight.
A bit of global cooling
but on a much smaller scale,
it gives me little to fear but
red stained lips
and tongue.
I was always a sucker
for a cherry popsicle.
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