that time of year

treetop moon
bursting through
flurried kitchen concoctions
ruffled thudding
on my window
we're restless, you and i.
let's pretend to be poets,
snobbish and elusive
truth is,
we don't know what to do with ourselves
hungry for summer
for release
but today is a gem
whether we know it or not.


image from justcalendar.org

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