Force of July

Indeed, an element of danger filled the air. I cannot tell you for sure if everyone left with all of their digits. I just can't. Some of mine swelled. We'll leave it at that. Our country is 231 years old. That's not a lot of time to take over the world. But we did it, by God. So far, July is an impostor with mild, cloudy days and just a rumour of moisture. Quite decent. The future is blank and possibly pleasant.

I've been working on April for a lot of days in a row and today I have to let her be. I was considering Madame XXX for a title. That's probably been done, though. Clearly the future is without shape and form. Or is it? John Travolta should be seen much less and if he were to fly into the Bermuda Triangle, well, I'm thinking of a fairy-tale ending.

Surprised by summer's gentle kiss

Smoking to the song of southern night

Remembering her, I can't resist

A chance to place her within my sight