Poem #163 of 365

I cannot find my iced tea,
so it's sweating somewhere
without me
in a paper cup
with workplace ice,
which is surely melted by now,
while I sit thirsty but lazy
and water won't do,
and beer is off-limits,
and after I looked twice
in the kitchen and
paced outside 'round
the car, i know it's
not on the porch
and the stray cats
wouldn't take it,
and it's not in
the house,
where could it be,
where is my cool
dark sip of summer iced tea?


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