June

When I think about you

I imagine June afternoons

you , sitting in a chair

in front of the house

with no number ,

in the street with no name

You watch people leaving

wondering

if they will ever return

refusing to say goodbye

dreading

it could be forever

You speak to oranges and lemons

like they’re your children

guilt ridden for planting a fig tree

too far from your vision

I see deserted fields

stretching into oblivion

sides of naked stones

burning in sunlight

distances

dressed in blue haze

in nearing twilight

I sense a joy

melancholy

clinging to your heart

Lamenting

laughter , lingers on your face

I see a balmy summer

resting in your arms

half closed eyes

reflecting

On human absence

muted voices

unforgettable images

mirages of life

Lost to a view

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