JUNE WAS TENDER
YOU CAN STILL SEE HER
SWINGING IN THE MOON-SCYTHE
LIKE SPIRITS OR GHOSTS
THAT NOBODY SEES
THAT NOBODY BELIEVES IN
JUNE WAS TENDER
YOU CAN STILL SEE HER
IF THE RED-SKIN HAD BEEN OF FLESH
HE WOULDN'T HAVE SPENT SO MANY YEARS
LISTENING TO JUNE IN THE WAVES
IF THE RED-SKIN HAD BEEN OF FLESH
HE WOULDN'T HAVE SPENT SO MANY YEARS
LISTENING TO THE VOICE THAT THERE WASN'T
JUNE WOULD LIKE TO BE
UNDER THE EARTH
LIKE A BEAUTIFUL STONE-HAND
WHITE OPEN
WITH THE STRECHED PALM
ON WHICH FALLING ASLEEP
OR AT LEAST
INTIMATELY THINKING |