A Summer Infatuation
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She sits in quiet reserve,
conspicuously perched
upon the windowsill in my room.
She insists on access to a window;
not for the sunlight but for the air.
She seldom stops working,
merrily humming along
a constant cacophony of starts and spurts.
Yet, I've learned to tolerate her,
although she can be somewhat loud;
rumbling in the background.
But she has the ability
to cool me down
with no more than her breath.
She exhales heated exchanges,
keeping me comfortable in my room.
And I'm so incredibly grateful
for the welcomed relief;
I've adapted to her in my life.
Call it a summer infatuation,
but I'm not ashamed to admit,
I'm in love with my air conditioner!
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2021
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