summer tourist season
finishing winding down
now not sleeping well...
creeping still headaches
imposed restless inactivity
sudden time on hands...
ends adrenaline rush
cause customer call outs
meeting tourist people...
my guiding cave tours
will end expected with
last dwindling tourists...
split ending of summer
going into autumn now
guillotined interaction...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It sounds like a good summer job. Startling image in the last line- 'guillotined'.