Sun slowly setting in the west, today is nearly over,
twilight soon to set in, welcoming the coolness about
to settle upon Phoenix for a few hours.
Today having been one-hundred-fourteen degrees, using
everything within us to get cool so we can eventually
fall asleep.
For now eating New York style pizza, enjoying the rest-
aurant's cool a/c blowing, feeling energy coming back
into this being once again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem