My car is suspended
on wheels so high
it is hard to see
where June ends, July begins.
This small mishap
took place inside a bank.
Degrees on the thermometer,
like degrees inside the head,
sound tinny in cool weather,
and silent in warm.
The waiting room is full.
Your directions misleading.
I did not remember
the names at the party
and resorted to calling everyone buddy.
July now. I'm sure it's July.
The fireworks are known
in some circles as proof.
This languid month.
This yellow month.
This month leading so purposefully to August.
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