i’ve heard there was a certain rhyme
you could make at any time
but you don’t really need the rhyming, do you?
it goes like this, the 4th the 5th, you blink your eye –
the thirtieth, the baffled poets wondering 
where did June go? 
where did June go? 
where did June go? 
where did June go? 
where did Juuuuuunneeee go?

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I am possibly writing this too late to be seen much, but it’s full of gratitude – for you, always for you, for showing up, for us, for the labor of love, for the work itself, internal and external and spontaneous. This month had wheels of fire. Hope to see you all soon and certainly to read you again next year <3