I don’t know what I would have done
in decades past prior to the invention
the fantastic invention of air conditioning.
As it turns out, I probably would have
most undoubtedly sweated to death
in these unreasonably humid
Kansas City summers.
There is something quite pleasant
that comes to mind when one steps
out of the a/c and into the heat,
after all, it means that there is always
the a/c to go back to if one wishes.
So, as I offer my thanks to God
and the inventor of air conditioning
whichever of the millions of saints that may be
I react fondly to the fogging up of my specs
each and every time I step out of my car
and back into the summer heat.