Hey June, June.
What happened to you?
For the last time, I'm missing you
And that feeling we get when there's no more school
When nothing else matters it's just me and you
When green is at it's finest hour
When I wake up to the wildflowers
Now your moon is behind the clouds
and the wind that hisses and howls so loud
makes me forget what it was like
to walk those tree lined streets at night
To hold your hand
To have no plans
To gaze at the sky
and wonder when
and wonder why
again and again
and never know
the tired blows
that came on with July
I miss the wonder
from last summer
I wish we could go back
The moon last year
was such a stunner
this year, the sky above me black
In quiet places, I know you're there
in the untrimmed unruly grass out back
and in my little boys' untamed hair
under my fingernails
and the lingering air
from the last time I set sail.
I'll look for you
please wait for me
meet me by the strawberries
the kind you pick on your own, for free
by the river bed
and my pillow head
my bedroom window cast wide open
extracted from my restless dreams
just like you always said
I remember you, June.
This isn't the first time
I have walked your tree lined streets.
Now below the Supermoon
Remind me, I'm a Superstar
Pull me away from the dark.
Will you remember me this way?
What I didn't do on the longest day
after the strawberries were ripe
but before I took a bite.
What I forgot on the shortest night.
Before you wane and leave again
Before I declare my independence
and raise my flag
Into the sky
Tell me, June.
I remember who you are.