I am in love
with my furnace.
It warms
and comforts me
on dark days.
Humming happily
in the dim cellar,
it sings as it
dutifully springs to life
with a whooshing sound
just as I am about
to don another sweater.
But how can I
express my love?
A reserved pat in passing
on my way
to the laundry
is all I have to offer.
© Peggy Latham, 2011
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