A Summer Infatuation
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She sits still, in quiet reserve,
conspicuously tucked away
in the brightest corner of my room.
She insists on access to a window,
not for the light but for the air.
And she seldom sleeps,
constantly shaking
in starts and spurts.
I've learned to tolerate her whines,
although she can be somewhat loud,
rumbling away in the background.
But she has the magical power
of reducing my temperature
with no more than her breath.
She exhales heated exchanges
keeping it cool in my room.
And I'm so incredibly grateful
for her most welcomed relief
that I've made room in my life for her.
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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