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.