The First Of June
The title of this post could be taken in many ways: is it the first post of June, or simply commemorating the first day? Or, perhaps it is simply saying, "the first, to you, from June." I don't know really what I'm typing until it is to late, I am afraid. However, I do know this: it has been too recent since my last post, and too far inbetween them if I leave it off today. So, a quasi-post of poetical proportions:
I know that June is much a month
of spring and hope and joys
and in the time of June this month
one frightens little boys.
with sticks and masks and large black dogs
and candy in the vans
one doesn't have to beat on logs
to feel like one's a man.
one must scare the children small
and springtime it will be
this was the state of things, after all,
when this happened to me.
