Poem #28

Lime floats on full glass
crackles of carbonation
dance on the green pulp

Fiesta every Saturday
only when sun casts
temperatures at 80

The ice cubes are rafts
more special are those
resembling inner tubes

Ride them along river
lazy most days
except for refills

Soda gun roils
fizzes the surface
and soon returns to calm.

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