Once upon a time on the first of June/
We lay in the grass, bodies intertwined/
Warm and bright, beneath round and silver moon/
You held me so close and your dark eyes shined/
Nocturnal jasmine fragranced the air/
Hidden crickets chimed out like temple bells/
Tumbled and tangled on earth unaware/
We were cast into summer's ancient spells/
Now half century from that burning June/
My cheek rests upon a cold slab of stone/
Softly I sing to you a simple tune/
Distilling anguish into a murmured koan/
How is this season still seducing me/
When winter hold fast since you ceased to be?
About the Creator
Dakota Lane
Author four YA novels, ALA winner, journalist for NY Times, Village Voice. Indie movie producer. New music, woodland forests, fairytale, street fashion, neurodiversity, trauma recovery,healing, creative spaces, street fashion. Yaddo grant.



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