Let’s go glissading down ice cubes,
we’ll take our boots down paths untrekked
and on ziplocs you’ll see I’ve carved a yeti
nestled between carrots and peas.

Let’s go kicking and gliding
on the freezer-burnt fields,
senselessly tumbling off ice tray-moguls
into etiolated strawberry sorbet.

Let’s go build a fire, melt a river
of lemonade concentrate.
Take this rapid slow, but even if we tip,
our sour fate won’t ruin us.