Noon Chore

The very edge of summer
and yet already sweltering hot
my breath and then another
I have forgot
once again to sigh
and wipe my brow
to bend and see a fruit
already ripened now.

A heavy gasp awaits me
soon out into the sun
anon the rains will beat
bringing cool and perhaps fun
So inhospitable the weather
I am a fool to be about
I see a neighbor then I wave
I hear the same to shout
something about the weather
I haven't any doubt.

Alas not packages or mail
to reward my sally forth.
I might have known a day so sticky
would likely have no worth
save to cover foolish citizens
with copious volumes of sweat.
I hearten to think perhaps
the post has not come yet.