an oscillating summer memory
there was a time
....in my distant past
a time before every last
room was cooled artificially
before kids rooms had their own a/c..
I'd lay there in my bed...
old grey radio by my head..
trying desperately to place the staticy line..
on that half of millimeter on the AM dial
that would get me some kinda reception, no matter how pale
to the yankees game playing..
......to no avail
So I'd lay there in the summer evening heat..
twisting and turning between the sheets
it was then that I first came to know my strange friend
my four legged white buddy with his oscillating head
oh how he'd wash me with cool air for a precious few
before turning away, leaving me in a hot stew
as he rustles an unfastened paper in the far corner of the room
I patiently await his return.....not a moment too soon