Hello, June. The Solstice is soon.
In green fields and gardens...
Past mermaids and mesmerizing neon...
Through cups of #covfefe...
Through test prints of Prince...
With friends both new and old...
Through pavilions and pranks...
With alumni and other old favorites...
New friends grow and become familiar.
On tabletops and in driveways...
With ties and on turntables...
On tractors and trolleys...
Carts and cafés...
In throwbacks to evenings spent
with friends (and Aimee Mann) on DVD.
In waters blue and white...
With feathers and in flea markets...
In second hand shops
with spray painted walls...
By tables and trains...
With Presley and player pianos...
With pinball and piles of kitsch...
In storefronts and snack bars...
With loading docks and letters...
In racks and rows...
And more racks and more rows...
Behind screens and with signs...
With balanced scales and bullseyes...
With postcards and pins...
With monks and more junk...
With jukeboxes and jutting angles...
In motion and on motorbikes...
At stations and side streets...
At doorways and dead-ends...
Freshly painted and with old patches...
With columns and corners...
Under trunks and twists...
In artifacts and atmosphere...
In sketchbooks and other spaces...
Through bigger questions and wide expanses...
With friends who order desserts...
In celebrations of Dad (then and now)...
Through sun showers and shade...
Through tiny creeks and tall daisies...
Through storm clouds and sky fire.
