A Little Fan
By Steven B
As funny as a clown,
it cools me down.
Air surrounds
The blades dance around.
Blue and soft,
hard and light
Bigger than a rubber,
heavy as a whiteboard eraser
As loud as a fan,
off it ran.
Cone shape inside it,
beside my desks.
There aren't just one blade.
I won't give it to anyone.
Touched it several times,
no warmth.
Creates a sensation,
it reminds me of my connections.
