Greet the Mercury!

    With rolling stays expired

        The tired child 

 Sunburnt and atop a pack animal

    Senses his anguish

   And is directed to the soft ice cream seller

      He demands a dip cone. 

 Strait

 On the far side;

     The ambiguity grew

    Like a man in a canoe

   With no paddle 

 His lack of interest 

    Left him brushed against the bank

      Or careering toward the rocky rapids

 Never mind he thought

    It’ll all come right

    Somehow