Creation Story of Summer Vacation
The first week of summer
Goes mad with dissonance
As time drizzles over it
The second week of summer
Issues a uniform, the mission,
a weapon
Go marching with conviction
Third and fourth weeks
Germinate. Fill the museums
With Sunyata
Sometime near the fifth week
You must acknowledge the fact
Of the fifth week
The next days of summer
Are molten glass
Stirred in the mind
There are four weeks left
Little remains above. What
matters
Is in the dreams
Three weeks to go
Unleash the dogs
To run around the world
Two weeks left
Mind the rains. Mop up
Throw out the sodden
Close up the house
For the last
week of summer
Join up with the dogs
How was your summer?
They’ll ask. Calmly, with a
smile
Re-create it in seven days