Dear Earth,

I apologize
for the air conditioners.
We were too damn hot.

Family dynamics
suffer; Mama whines; Daddy
is today's hero.

Up from the basement,
three nice air conditioners
cleaned, installed, operating.

I promise I will
reduce, reuse, recycle.
Repeat. Forgive me.

Cooler than plums in
the icebox, cool, breezy air
holds us together.