Spending Summer

These days are half-busy
and I tend to exaggerate the down times
which are so prevalent in my mind
because of things that ought to be.

I say I’m doing nothing, but
there’s still a lot of people here
flowing through my life within a year
a month, a couple days…

So I’ve come to say that I’m a fool
for feeling guilty about summer days
that I’ve been given to enjoy,
not to pass by in a daze
of avoidance and self-hatred, who
like two cruel landlords
demand the rent twice.

The future will take its time
like the just-right-word
that comes at the last moments
when you already gave up on the rhyme.