June Song

Asters rising wild and tall

Out of the wreckage

Of last year's being,

This year's thatch.


A few weak lines

Brighten for a moment

And fail, and must fail,

Giving rise to other poems,

Endless approximations

Of what we feel,


Our small songs done in the faith

of lovers who endlessly change

heart for heart as the gift of being.


Come let us sing against death.

              –with lines from Hayden Carruth's "Wheel of Being II"