coolness
Constance Schultz
heat she said I’m hot
& everyone needs to just cool
down in a lake
on volcanic rock cooled into a smooth
chair in all that soft sand they need to cool
their cores no shoes/get away/dunk
your hair/pause cool
look at all the cooled blues/
the hues the skies same
as on the other side
cooling & for good-
ness sake don’t look
at your cool cool cool phone & when
you come out everyone/will still be cool
as hot as it was look
out for sand
hornets & cactus hiding
in disreputable places
aware you are cool in just a swimsuit &
can burn aware of cool/it is likely
& cool you are/so cool &
still sweat drips/all the people cool every one
glows cooly but now you can just close
your eyes & feel cool water of the lake
see the sky watch out for cactus uncool & think
how nice the a/c feels as you walk through