I escaped my desk
well into the afternoon-
A poem awaits!

All of my groggy
early morning musings
have evaporated.

I cast about, eat my soup
The placemat! A wordsearch!
Is “poot” a word? or “gaior?”

Better check the list,
must be simpler choices.
Here we are!

The cool side of the pillow
has been harder to find.
My body steams like a radiator,
my bed a heat lamp that no fan
can quench.

True story, and…back to work.