June, leaving so soon?
But didn’t we jazz real cool
slinking past no trespassing
signs for a lark in the lake—
two fools half gone on mistakes
better left to yesterday, drifting
across a blazing blue afternoon,
toes so many feet above the ground,
dancing mid-womb, June
you can’t say I didn’t love you,
didn’t adore you more than
a summer’s day