artificial thermal comfort

stormy clouds loom
on an ominous horizon
brewing wild winds
whistling against my window panes
and teasing the thin glass
it's time to tune up
the immobile metal accordeons
so that their rattling brings more than
a semblance of wheezing warmth
from pipes twisting and turning
in and out of walls
mechanical protection against
nature's fall craziness
her sudden gusting of less friendly elements
and me blotted in wool
back against one of this moaning monsters
I just hope that the circular ebb and flow
of those swift hot water currents
fondling their rusty insides
will eventually warm my back
with musical hustle and bustle
as I sit on the rainbow rug
poised like a yogi
reading a good book about
life in the desert countries


artificial thermal comfort
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