Month of June
With a bronze wind you shattered
All my dusk until my breath
Spilling toward the morning scattered
What it feared and what it left.
Ever clearer now it rises,
Held by light yet wandering free:
Thus it sings your slow surprises,
June, unfolding even me.
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