june

trying to think of my own

stories, ones about

transit[ion]

reading winnie the pooh

and trying to read

even cowgirls get the blues

and all of a sudden,

summer hues.

kids voices echo in the street

and june might be a new

transition to meet, and

pink dresses on her

shoulders keep

in the upward steady

climb of the warm

weather outside.

and emails from boston

stephanie and providence

rachel, with ideas and

pictures and yes,

pretty girl, yes yes,

i tell them. my friends

are all getting married and i

don't always know how i feel

but its beautiful anyway,

and all the pretty dresses and

all the warm weather,

lemonade sipping,

yes, i do.