This June

June 1, 2010

I awaken
at quarter till six
when the one window
in my room is flooded
with light from the
newborn sun
flat on my back,
I glance down at
the bare hand
connected to the
bare arm lying across
my chest, brown
curls cover the pillow
she stole from me
in the night

Staring up
at the dim white
stucco ceiling
I think about last June
how I felt the despair
of friends long gone
and how I ached,
more than anything,
to avoid being like
Frost’s oven bird:
screeching at dawn
alone in a forest
beyond reach

And now
waking up to this
I shut my weary eyes,
trying to steal a few
soft fragments
of sleep from wherever
it is they come from
before time begins to
slip away again



One Response to “This June”

  1. thepoetessss Says:

    very cute loved this read

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