As the Minute Clicks
a new night and cool
—unlike June in Jersey
when I was green
but June anyway
anyway it comes
it’s June
it’s June
regardless of you
June then
June now
mid-evening
8:30 by the clock
—the night dark
almost
in the window the sky
glows grey behind
silhouetted trees
slate-skin clouds
which if seen from a jet
would billow bright
in the light of the torch
that makes us tick—
while underneath on
cloud-muffled earth what
makes us tick is a phantom
flame we imagine
we imagine it hints it’s here
right now in June
Brandenburg Concertos
from the other room
fountain water falling
nearby from a stone frog’s lips
car passing
cat darting
makes you wonder how
you’re doing as the minute
clicks
……………………………
Jim Culleny, June 2009
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