Not the Fall
My cellphone says
It’s 106 degrees today
Feels like 108
So 60 year old me
Took the portable air conditioner
Out of my daughter’s bedroom
She’s living with her mother now anyway
And I am luxuriating in a 75 degree blast
As I sit at my particle board desk
With the usual circulating fan to my left
And Zoom poetry into poets
That they may be inspired
To forget about the weather
For a few wavering lines
And breathe out their souls
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