time abrasive in its sequence

for June’s unseeing arrival in this small town
forbidden in the city, she visits us on time
where festering animals play in the trees around you
loving to look upon your walking months
there were no secrets May departed here
your arrival is sophomoric and under trial

at this late stage, comics surrender
under the impression all the domains, gone,
away for the summer blessings and trains
the rich away in the mountains and love-craft
aches and fires parley with folk dances
if only June means as much to you in time
several seasons blushing against the megaphone
chancing only real-world dislikened forgetfulness