Tuesday, April 20, 2010

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.

5 comments:

Lola Bellybutton said...

I really like it, but not so sure wat it's about.

Lola Bellybutton said...

wait, it's spring, rite? the season where love is in the air?

Mountain Spirit said...

its actually about an air conditioner in summer, not one of my hopeless crushes ;)

Lola Bellybutton said...

well, i like. will this be ur poem-n-pocket day one?

Mountain Spirit said...

i wrote it for class, but it might be