"An End-of Summer Ode to My A/C Unit"

(A 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 

next spring.

Soon, I'll be turning you off, dear A/C

unit by my bed.

Oh, that day I dread. 

No more cold white noise
to drown out my whoosh 

at night.

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 train.
Unique! Antique!
Your model generation has long been out of stock,
but your loyalty endures.

The young, brand new, sleek and quiet versions of you
wait
on store shelves. On sale.

No sound machine rivals you,
my dear A/C!

Soon, I'll be longing for nights of air-conditioned
delight, with your

LOUD 

whooshing 

hum
that masks my own,

to help me sleep.



Whoosh. Whoosh.


-WhooshEr