Barbara Peckham Poet Free verse

Un-Airconditioned

I opened my patio door today
I don’t care if it’s ninety-five!
Inside this senior residence
It's always too chilly.

In the winter you hear
complaints of the cold outside,
And yet it’s a hothouse inside.
Is it really winter? 

Then summer arrives.
Air conditioning takes over.
Suddenly I need warm clothes..
Where's the summer?

I want to know it’s summer.
I want to smell the fresh air,
Hear birdsong and smell flowers,
Even feel the heat (up to a point).

So I open up my doors
And sit outside on my patio
or in my living room loving
My un-airconditioned summer.

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Rico Leffanta June 18, 2022 at 11:47 AM We have new owners of our building who have installed air-conditioning on the ground floor perhaps hoping everyone will freeze to death whilst waiting for the lift so they can rent out the apartments at current market rates? Enjoyed, Barbara!

L Milton Hankins June 18, 2022 at 9:39 AM I'm with you, Barbara. I blame air-conditioning for my annual sinus woes. I keep my house at 75 degrees year round, and I love sitting on my porch in the hot sun. I throw open my door, too.