HA! Success! I was thinking about how hot it was and how desperately i need water, and my thoughts began to congeal into a poem (maybe not a very good one, but whatever)
Poem-isation of the (incredibly) mundane: Mission Accomplished!
Ice
the crash of cubes in a glass
beckoning with clear, white coolness
i would worship at it's feet
for just one frigid drop
thirst
all consuming
it almost burns
not only in my mouth
but down through my body
to the farthest tips of my toes
quenched
sweet, delicious release
from summer's tormenting blaze
in my haste i take too much
it slides from my lips and down my chin
it's amazing
but let's not get carried away
it's just a glass of water
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