Hot

It is not
As hot as
I remember
Here in East Texas
In July nor as muggy
No perspiration beads
And runs down my face
And limbs soaking my clothes
The air is not breathless and still
So I wonder what has changed
In the last fifty years has East
Texas gotten cooler then it
Is clear the place is just
The same but now it
Is refrigerated with
Everyplace cold
Except to and
From the car
Unlike the
1950s
When the
Place was hot
Everywhere all the
Time and I muse when
Our new Roman Empire falls
Will the lack of AC be the
Thing we miss most in
The new America or
Will it be simply
Deodorant or
Cell phones
But not to
Worry as
Post virus
Prosperity is
Just around the
Corner and even if it
Takes awhile the company
We keep is simply charming,
Witty and delightful as they were
In 1957 here in the piney woods
Listening on a hot summer
Evening the waves on
The lake lap gently
Against the pier
Drinking cool
Iced tea as
We talk of
Friends
And
Our family.