When June Got Here

Sad sacks

Door-to-door

Solicitors

Scoured urban

Desert islands

In hopes, that

By the time

June arrived

They would

No longer be there

Shaded by knowledge

From trees of

Good and evil

Lives summarized

In single minute

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Eastbound, Down and Out

His reign was over

Everybody else knew

Poor whippoorwill would do

What nobody else would do

What others thought

Whippoorwill said out loud

Whippoorwill was a good boy

Made his mama real proud

Whippoorwill fell, got back up

Scoffed–it was just bad luck

If there wasn’t a God

Why was whippoorwill still here?