I have to wonder
if the descendents of
M. Celsius
have annual potlucks
with the Fahrenheits,
always trying
to one-up each other
with unusual dishes: 
molten Jell-O salad
frozen pad thai,
the coffee’s always almost cold,
the champagne’s always bubbling
on the stovetop
The children have impromptu
conversion races,
The softball teams
are mixed temp
with jersey numbers 
that leave you guessing,
And the elders sit
on their vinyl laurels
and laugh about the 
the planet’s lukewarm 
indecision

© by Katrin Talbot.
Used with the author’s permission.