The summer fan

Rotating blades above me
Sending gusts of warm air
My side
Life without them
Unthinkable,
Eternally turned on
This season
As long as
Power to run them
Is supplied.

A groaning sound
They make
A sound of life
For me
For, no power
Means to all of us
A total standstill
Of life.

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