A Summer Infatuation
She sits in quiet reserve,
conspicuously perched
upon the windowsill in my room.
And 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
rumbling in the background.
For 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;
that I've accepted her in my life.
Call it a summer infatuation,
I'm in love with my air conditioner!
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