June sneaks up on me kindly
I feel you before me like winds in June
Perfuming dusk
They touch my face
And tell me you’re near
The secret falls in my lap
Like the next stepping stone over the river
I stomp over with gumption in tow
I wobble from there to here
A sweet June evening is my launchpad
A dark sit alone is where I land
I forget you
For an hour in the evening
And contemplate an inky forefront
The path betrays me for a short while
Ill never know how long
Before bed I recite my prayer
That sounds like you
And the currents return to clear blue
A face slipstreams the tide
—yours
