heatwave

one moment more or less of pouring sweat
and then the dizzy calm of cooling air
as i climb slowly up the worn old stair

enough to worry panic and to fret
while not a person is around to care
one moment more or less of pouring sweat

the whole thing seems a monstrous sort of bet
but then we know that everything's unfair
and there's no sympathy or hope to spare
one moment more or less of pouring sweat