I will never forget the blast of heat
as we stepped out onto the roof garden of the Met,
so deceived had we been by the cool interior.
And there were Adrián Villar Rojas'
huddled in sparse shade
and collapsed over dining tables
clutching replicas of objects from the Met collection.
How relieved we were later to find
the Conservatory garden in Central Park
in the relative cool of the evening.