July’s Indifference

Pleas drowned out by pleasantry’s tongues

Blinded by skin of rays borrowed

Left breathless in debris of grieving lungs,

Desperate for summer to feel her sorrow

Lilacs never blackened, lemonade refused to listen

The birds screaming summers on Broadway

Not a moment noticed, the first July without him

Oblivious shores praising holidays

Indignant tears seen as ocean eyes

Reddened cheeks wrongly accusing mid-day’s sun

His mismatched flip flops remissly forgotten by July

Turned to written word to gift her grief to someone

Twelve July's past, withered weeping stains by page

Bleeding into the lilac fields, “grief beauties gracefully with age”