june

and suddenly, it is june.
the greens have become saturated, the young crows learn to climb trees, and eventually to fly squeakingly, kittens romp in courtyards next to their dejected fierce mothers, students complain of too much to do all of a sudden, teachers collapse quietly, lilac blossoms, drowning out the stench or the rowans.
and the unbearable heat of summer has returned to the city.
and, of course, the blackbird, and the thrush, and some sort of finch wake up at half four in the morning.
and the nights have lost their darkness.

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