june was speaking sweetly in
all our township ears,
she pulled us to the ground.
and we jumped from the boathouse
and splintered its oak
to bathe in renewal.
take me back, june.
the borough glow grew on the other side of pines
so we jettisoned the lanterns.
and i was stumbling over a rhetorical device
with devastating candor.
take me back, june,
i want to drink until denver.
take me back, june,
say we can do this forever.
the morning enveloped the other side of five
so we paid it new attention
and listened on to brilliant sounds and wooden songs
in all their choral precedence.

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