Yesterday, in the middle of the hundred degrees

Turned up the air conditioner full blast, to please

But then, it overloaded, and went on the fritz

And so, now, am making do with a fan, to sit



It's not really cooling, but blowing around the air

Sending a small breeze my way, as I sit and stare

Trying hard to concentrate on everything I do ...

Writing, designing pages, and other things, cool



But the stickiness felt in the air doesn't go away

Even though the fan sends the breeze my way

But that's okay, since there are ways to do it all

Even though I'm not anywhere near as cool ...



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

9:15pm Sat. June 26th, 1998