Have you ever ridden in a cheesebus with ashy children asleep /against you At My Best John Rodriguez – August is the cruelest month: never enough daylight, too much heat, no holidays and nothing matters except September’s – dawning responsibilities, but the August of 1994 I was Holden Caulfield, summer camp senior counselor for the junior trail – Read rest of poem – (Poetry Diary 265 – 6/19/17) 1st day of summer camp for my kid. Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.