taskmaster
summer hot presses into casita
loud box fan rotates air as temps
hit one o four shut east door
before morning sun burns close
south window and drape by ten
slide west window and white curtain
to block sun’s final baking rays
open all at sundown soon
luscious moonlit cool enters
necessity of forced breezes
overrides my desire
for silent desert peace
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Hard to feel peaceful in sweltering heat! But, oh that “luscious moonlit cool” does sound lovely!