june 1

June my favorite month. Month of my birth, walking high above the heavy mist afternoon, all the heavy leaves on the trees drenched in water, the red maples, the aspen, the birch, the grasses, the bulb flowers, everything thick and green, swollen and wet. The sigh of the breeze gathering through the leaves, like speech to me, like the way god has sounded since I was two years old, the sound of the wind through spring leaves after heavy rain. people driving in the streets fast and ugly, coming right towards me, driving into the steel blue water