Endure the Last Days of Summer Rubaiyat

When the steam rises in the morn, sun hot on body like reading ****, salt cakes on skin that drips and stinks, it's time to eat fresh crops of corn. Humid air chokes breath with fire, journeys plague--the need to pump tires, the search for shade goes unspoken, just plop down, read what's on the wire. Blossoms sag heavy with pollen. Animals huddle to back pen. Mint's refreshment settles sad mind over ice splashed with gin in den. Day to day drags heavy on bones. Salt taken with ham and corn pone. All is slaked by the mental dream take cash, run away, don't mind loans. Cool sea splashes and bared bodies are as soul good as hot toddies. Climb aboard your board, sole captain. Surf's cool free as winning lottery. 9/12/2018