Revolutions of the Fan
Revolutions of the Fan
Watching the wall all day gives no fun,
Counting the revolutions of my ceiling fan,
And watching the drama of the clay-setting sun.
Mounting my legs over my wall; wet and tan,
Leaning over the windows and seeing the rider's stun.
Stoning over the corners of the wall, I tend to break which I never can.
Making new faces while looking on the street and the children who run.
Adjusting my curtains the way I'd like and I can.
Looking on myself while wasting all the day of sun.
-ADS©
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