June

...Then it was a longest day And thereafter, shortest night Things were going usual way Metaphorical insight Didn’t happen, though it could I was busy placing bets Heard some angel spoke to me If I have a cigarette “I’m so sorry to quit smoking” I replied, but she said “no You were right, and I was joking Just because you look so low You got keys, but you’ve no clue Where’s the door, or gate they fit Where’s that room with precious view With rose bushes at your feet What you’re doing in this world?” “I just live from day to day Trying to be true to words Which sometimes I have to say.”