i can still feel the cold iced
water
where i reached
my hand into
the cooler, up to my
elbow,
to secure
the rippled glass bottle
a nehi
orange soda.
i recall
the tart sugar, cold,
rushing
down my throat
as we stood outside
the corner store,
sun in my young eyes
as i tilted the bottle
homeward.
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