The Month of June

Over the month of June the rain is falling
tokens posted
on every door that has a hand in the matter

Deep in your heart the young girls laugh

The spirit of woman in love
runs in your flesh — takes off its clothes in
the streets

No disenchantment in this day
only a brightness — secret fire
and within you a cry as of spirits laid to rest

In everything man
and the spirit of woman in love

Life in the corners
sustains the world’s equilibrium
with a something of God that rises out of the ruins

The sons of man make their universe
on a paper boat that founders
yet happiness is not precisely there
but in the projection of another universe

Nothing should postpone its going
September will return and April later
and the friends that were not at our side this spring
these will be with us in a foreseeable winter

Thus I have come again on the lost images
dead bonfires from other seasons of bad weather
and mourning long delayed for the stiffened
limbs we cherished

I love this time
when dogs are holy
and insects hesitate at the pane

I love you — you as ephemeral — as suffering
the cold

The lights of the city come on for further exploits