On June 25, 1998


Each day I must remind myself it’s June
already; nearly half the year is past.
El Niño gave us winter as monsoon,
and spring has been unending overcast.
Now I’m surprised to see that school is out,
announced vacations startle me, and pink
and purple blooming gardens round about
astonish me, admonish me to think
on time, to locate me, identify
the instant as I alter it of course –
(whenever I express, I modify
my object though I’m not applying force),
to wake me to the 25th of June,
2 hours 30 minutes till high noon.

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