The wind's picked up. It's warm. I haven't
Any reason to complain. The summer's
Dying gracefully. The nights are growing
Ever longer. Mornings have a certain
Chill, but afternoons still leave me
Sweating. All the corn and soybean
Fields (much less like plants than little
Clones, with altered genes to make them
Grow alike, same size, same harvest times)
Are turning, but they're not quite done.
One farmer's sprinklers still are on, and I,
At last, no longer bandaged, plan to
Plunge into my pool to celebrate the
Season's end. I'll yelp. The water's
Gotten cold, but, soon enough, I'll have to

Close the pool and bring the toys inside,
And suffer months of dreary weather.
Until then, I'll face the wind and brave
The water, hoping that, with global
Warming, summer doesn't wholly 

Go away.