June

June was hydrangeas
fuchsia, and delicate purple
white and sweet blue
it was a bush of green and periwinkle
it was the breaststroke
and the smell of sewer
coming from Rock Creek Park
it was late nights of play
and new eyes to look into
it was heat
countered by downpours
a few nights without AC
it was getting closer
and much further
it was long walks into
changing light
from dusk
to sunset
to night
it was the same bird at the
tidal basin
as the week before
it was music
melodic voices of male duos
and Iranian piano songs of the past
the Black Keys too
it was website launching
friends meeting
baby coming