Ideaphoria

The ideaphoria of a new poem was cold water on the tongue.
She cooled herself with her ideas so she wouldn’t overheat.
She kept the ideas chilled for the dog days of summer.
And then like glass of German Riesling on the patio, she enjoyed herself despite the oppressive heat.

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