How the day turned on a refrigerator

How the day turned on a refrigerator

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My elephant painting
looks like a pachyderm—
the day turns sunny 
even though its raining
Opened the fridge
it’s high-tech self 
promptly informs 
inside, 58 degrees
Uh oh
Empty fridge and freezer
evening run to get ice
too much food for our cooler
begging neighbors
for space

Wake up, all’s good
it’s at 37 degrees
Do we call the fix-it guy
or not?