A Present for Juno
The month of May cries in denial
before the skies that rain blood and bile;
before the seas that boil and fume,
That she has not forgotten her present for June.
(Jun '95)
[Notes:
Hypothetically, if the gods were vengeful, they would curse even the springtime of life with everlasting damnation.]
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