56.

The spring
That allowed me to find her
Is soon the summer
In which I'm used to
Feeling less lonely
And more self-reliant
And so chance puts winter in summer
Again like rain
In the form of an airconditioner
The cat is maybe mad at me for getting
Because it wanted to shed faster
So it could enjoy the open window

An airconditioner
Allows me to appreciate
Sweat more, as your love
Allows me to appreciate
Solitude more, as living
In New York gets me
To appreciate Kentucky more
(not just because "it takes a Kentuckian
to make a good Manhattan"
but because Brett Ralph
has staked his claim there)
even for its very Bible Belt
and how sexy you'd look taking it off