May whisked by,
amazed at itself,
a blithe puff of jasmine
and honeysuckle,
our Charles wandering,
wondering, blundering,
inebriated, grinning goofily,
and altogether unabashed.
June followed, gentler,
voluptous violet
jacaranda blooms
dropping slowly everywhere,
against misaligned odds
on the months last night,
beneath a blue moon most blue
washed over him cooly
a tide-strong assurance,
an unearthly knowledge,
a magnetic shift that
lifted long dark clouds,
effortless, quiet,
left all daemons near
wholly, irrevocably thrashed.
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