Ode To a Fan
ODE TO A FAN
My fan blows beautiful air,
that minutes ago, wasn’t there.
It begins to circulate wind that was dead,
given it a purpose of living, not dying instead.
It can blow you a new hair style.
It can blow really hard, or extra mild.
Windmills of plastic go round and round,
creating a symphony of wind and sound.
The whir of motors and blades
remind me of a summer in the shade
Position it on the table or on the floor.
Put it in a window, or by the screen door.
It can gently sway side to side
or focus on certain parts of your hide.
On hot days and cool,
for the wise and the fool.
Faithfully serving,
Always observing
You can run it for days,
and it will not whine.
Or get a quickie
if you don’t have the time.
It doesn’t moan, belittle, or complain.
It works day or night, sunshine and rain.
I love my fan, and you know why?
It takes me to a place that passed me by.
6/2013
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