Love Poem to an Oscillating Fan
by Carol Berg

Dear oscillating fan: The anticipation of your
cooling swivel undoes me. Don’t we all wish

to be motorized inside sometimes? My rotor just
waiting for someone’s electrical smile to push my

magnetic heart into an unstoppable motion? Don’t we
all wish for some devoted hum? If only I could

speak in throaty thrums when it’s all too quiet: a telegram
of wind, a route of winged relief. And when you

slumber, your derelict heartbeat dreams of rotaries, of windmills,
of air currents stirring themselves into circular magical potions.

 

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 16, Issue 3.

placesaverCarol Berg’s poems are forthcoming or in The Journal, Spillway, Heron Tree, Redactions, Pebble Lake Review, Fifth Wednesday Journal, and Verse Wisconsin. Her most recent chapbook, Her Vena Amoris, is available from Red Bird Chapbooks.

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