August Misery

August’s dew
Clings to the grass
Like some inconvenient visitor
Who keeps hanging around.
Grass blades widen,
Grow thick and as tough
As playground bullies,
Intimidating juveniles on the school’s
Hot pavement at noon.
Mowers become burdened
From dew and toughness,
Coughing clumps of wet green
And spitting them aside.
Alas!  A human is seen,
Clasping the tail of his shirt
To wipe August’s misery
From his reddened face.
No sense of contentment
Can be found within,
For this scene will be repeated
Time and again,
Until August’s dew and toughness,
And clumps of green and misery
Have come to an end once more.

©2013 By David Lee Thompson