"An End-of Summer Ode to My A/C Unit"
Pulsatile Tinnitus Bummer, reposted from last September)
Dear, dear friend:
Summer is almost over.
Long days get shorter,
cool breezes revisit,
dry air replaces the soupy muck until
Soon, I'll be turning you off, dear
unit by my bed.
Oh, that day I dread.
No more cold white noise
to drown out my whoosh
Another whooshing summer. Gone.
You know it and you show it:
you're getting old (so am I, but I digress).
Sure, you're loud and you rumble
like a freight
Your model generation has long been out of stock,
but your loyalty
The young, brand new, sleek and quiet versions of you
on store shelves. On sale.
How could I say farewell to my loud whooshsaver,
You rid the air of humidity, hot
No sound machine rivals you,
my dear A/C!
I'll be longing for nights of air-conditioned
delight, with your
that masks my own,
to help me sleep.
So, as whooshers in the southern
dust theirs off with delight,
I say: So long.
'Til next year, dear A/C.
And chances are I'll need you
before next summer rolls in.
Maybe even on a snowy evening,
for a restful sleep,