two week holiday

the traffic
is slow. less crowded. the world
is at the beach,
the shore,
the mountains, or just
staying home.
two weeks vacation.
the divider of a year
of work,
making little rocks
out of big stones.
you see them in their cars.
beach chairs
on the roofs.
bikes tied to the back
bumpers.
the inside piled high
with towels and coolers,
children
with faces pressed to the window.
school looming before
them.
the look of no hope
on their sticky faces.
a dog
with his tongue out
lapping up the wind.
he doesn't care.
he's in a world all his own.
like me.