Air Con
Life
Tarmac
melting, a hundred degrees outside
August
height of the summer tide
As humans
we seek balance onside
Bright,
hot, humid is summer’s grueling ride
Air
conditioning running in the silence at home
Open the
door and it’s that sudden chill
When you
step inside it’s a thrill
A
darkened cold room and everything’s still
Then the
adjustment to comfortable
But that
too’s a personal view
Sasha was
my love from Ufa
Her idea
of comfort was winter
In the
fall she’d still feel too hot
On went the
air con and I’d shiver like a boiling pot
But
that’s life, ironic or a paradox
See, it
depends on your view, do you mix your sox?
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