Dusk blues the rain damp hills

Trees lean into the landscape,

their shadows tumbling

into dark


The June you feared

blossoms into uncertainty,

into a June of no answers,

early cicadas, the late mayfly

facing you through the glass


This is the June of aimless walking,

the trumpeting of the crow,

fluting frogs,

bats stirring the midnight yoke


This is the June of walking with fireflies

when the incandescence of the heart

finally burns


You stride across sour grass

flickering lost details

at the orange edges of memory,

illuminate for yourself

with each blink of the eye

what you were then,

what you are now