Conditioner

The commencement of the season

Marked by a sound

Humming

Heavy-breathing

Brushing.

Like the gentle shushing

Of a reclusive peacemaker

Brought to subdue

The clatter.

Sitting in the back

Patiently

Watching as the party streams in

With another day to conclude

Absorbing the traces

Of sunlight on their skin

Replaced with folds of coolness

Seamlessly

As a slow breath

In

Out

And disappears

From the atmosphere

The smell of late afternoon -

A smell

Like fresh copy paper

Is introduced into the evening

Summer is not present

Until the nights are narrated

By the variant whispers

From the corner

Welcoming

Into a room made

an oasis

By the leader

Of the orchestra

Of these days.