Summer Heat Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

The air conditioning in my car is not working
An ultimate impending catastrophe is lurking.
How will we travel without roasting or suffocating?
With the windows down, the air keeps circulating.

It’s not so bad as long as the car is accelerating.
The caressing breeze soothes as it is ventilating.
As the sun sets in the west, the air becomes still.
Returning home, we smell a cookout on the grill.

Now, there is a fragrance of flowers in the gust.
Nostrils capture the scent of baking garlic crust.
Add a fresh green dose of newly mowed lawn…
The aggravation from having no cool air is gone.


(6/18/06)