Anyway, June

If we could have back that
June that was ours years ago,
icicles to mouth, white yellow
parasols and those pretty ones
by the wash, minding
my business, or so I hoped.
I am tired of
“no exposure to sunlight
from 9 am to 8 pm”
I am tired of stretches
- pathetic sandhills, skysucking
weeds even more pathetic.
Give me back a June to live,
August had its share and
all other months are gone
anyway.