(poetry diary 136) Last day of winter vacation. My child is already in a snit due to it being the last day of vacation, so I doubt it will be a great day of vacation, but it is still a day of vacation. Due to it being so, I identify with the melancholy in the following:
Once there was a man who filmed his vacation.
He went flying down the river in his boat
with his video camera to his eye, making
a moving picture of the moving river
upon which his sleek boat moved swiftly
toward the end of his vacation. He showed