Solution
A moon-sliced ice cube
Plopped playful in a soda pop
I shriek and crack erratic
And begin my glacial melt
In a slow swirl of commingling
Solid-cold and bubbly-warm
Both forms of me, matter
-me
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waiting glacially for the solution, there’s a whole lot of bobbing going on, especially if you stir it every once in a while – or blow bubbles through a straw