Is
A
Steady
Beat
Of
Heat,
Limp
Flowers
And
Random
Showers.
I Linger
In
The
Shade
And
Paint,
Recalling
Cooler
Springs,
And
Other
Chilly
Things,
Waiting
For
Time
To
Open
Autumn’s
Gate,
And
Inevitable
Winter,
When
As
Usual,
I’ll
Miss
August’s
Sultry
Kiss.