Ode To My Standing Fan.

In the hush of heat where silence sticks

And sleep runs dry in summer’s tricks

You came, a humble tower of grace

A breeze-bringer with a plastic face

I found you waiting, boxed and shy

Among the sales, no glint, no cry

Just twenty pounds, no grand affair

But oh, the joy you’ve spun from air

With screws and clicks I made you whole

Each blade a whisper for my soul

Now every night you sing to me

A lullaby of symmetry

You twirl and turn with gentle might

You chase the stillness from the night

A faithful friend in steady spin

You cool the fire that burns within

No diamonds, gold or velvet chair

Could match the peace you bring to air

A simple fan, yet I confess

You’ve brought me comfort, calm and rest.

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