by A. Pesarosa

Created on: March 21, 2009

Cool as a crisp, sunny day in December,

when the warm and teasing sun

kisses your face

and tries to ease you out of your jacket

Cool as an ice cube sliding down your throat

on a hot, lazy afternoon

and down, until it melts at the bottom

Cool as the notes rising up from the instruments,

dancing across the air to float on, over,

and out to the farthest-flung ears

of the crowd in the back

as anybody bothering to understand the how and why (of anything)

Cool as an easy smile, or the friend who can make you laugh out loud at yourself.

Cool as I feel right now.

Cool as you reading this poem.

You are so cool. (Just so you know.)

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