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June is the longest month
brassing monkeys,
freezing tits off
not enough kindling
when the rains return
dream why-not tropics
June is month of the
big knit
when next year’s jumper
or scarf begins
it’s find-the-old-beanie
month
consists of more weeks
than most, countless days
frozen noses, ear lobes
tips of all things ice
sleep into the deeps
there, lie in, be bear
or – precious light!
first thing look for
frost on the roof
know thy thermometer!
see if the fire’s still
there
clear crisp bracing
delve socks
think of them naked in
Hobart – fools!
think Kosciusko – a chatter
of teeth
think Thredbo, wombats,
volvos iced
consider the statue
risk of standing
June is the snuggle
month
less things bite
washing out early here
valley west
June
when lockdown folk
dream pilgrimage
and take to their
couches, binge
tend fire in a box, or
just watch
no pet leaps
all languish
then approach the stove
think breakfast lunch
think brunch between
elevensies too
afternoon tea
think snifter
and supper and so on
put on rings like a
tree!
or you could out and
play chasings with sun
(little yellow frisbee
far)
be part of the piano
shelter in guitar
June
the moon stays full
reminding all to
imagine light
at tunnel’s end
wind chill is thing now
take an ache to bed
same old bones
slow healing
hair slow
nails too
grass stays mowed a
while
birds leafing through
the citrus
return to the life of
crime
then the bastards sing
days are longer shortly
it’s time to dig in garden
secret hidden where
a fly in shed
comes to spontaneous
life –
harbinger of spring
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