Stuck in the Soup

The golden autumn leaves are yet far off,

With breezes brisk and ev'ning's onset quick.

For now the stifling summer sweat does stick

With real discomfort, slogging through a trough.

The hum of air conditioner is sweet

Yet where I'm working it does not exist

Nor in my car, it seems Fate has me dissed.

For all intents and purposes, I'm beat.

Yet end of day comes, with its Sun's retreat.

Humidity insists it will persist.

Ignoring our admissions of defeat,

The weather laughs, it's victory complete.

Tomorrow's worse, the onslaught won't desist,

For six more days this cycle will repeat.

Frank Garnick