forced by the heat
to surrender
to retreat
to the bowels
of our home.
the sun shines, blinds
and we gather
in the hole, the basement
where cool air still hides
resides below the furnace
of this new day.
why in hell didn’t I buy
a home
with a/c?
So maybe not an ode, but it’s from the heart. That’s got to count for something, right?


