AIR CONDITIONING
by Diane Webster



Vent louvers stare
in sleepy awareness
of each person’s presence
or glare openly
as to why you’re nearby
like a cat ruminating on a mouse
attempting run/hide tactics
only to endure the pounce
punch air out in a gust
like louvers directing wind
according to owner’s wishes.





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