by Florence Ondré
On breath of heat from throated sun
Wilting like wildflowers coming undone
I take to the coolness of human made things
Like iced air from machines puffing up my wings
With sweet respite from seasonal mariahs
Pavement a baking with nature's fires
Drink in through pores smoothing the skin
Feeling the softness of my soul within
Sinking into comfort; a raw relief
From second to second restores belief
Feeling pleasure over pains
Enjoying both natural and invented gains
Creativity born from mind and need
Is a helpful and beautiful thing indeed.
So, hail to inventors of all kinds
Who flow energy to fruition from their minds.
I think of you all in gratitude
As the air of conditioning smooths my mood.
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