July never lies
The Mother called July
Never teaches her children to lie
She fought very hard for the Number Seven
From our common Earth to the Gate of Heaven
A bowl of water
From the season’s rains
A cup of clouds
From the sky’s eyebrow
Thunder’s roaring temper
The superlative cursive of Lightning
The concert of swaying trees
Locking leaves above the roofs
Obey the wind
Obey the wind
The aluminum caps on the heads of ghetto dreams
Are flailing like reckless sails
Here comes July
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With its bundle of countless blessings
And fateful blights; its caravan of doubt
And doldrum of dreams
In my country of postmortem prophets
And random planners
The year’s Seventh Month sometimes breeds
A succession of Seven Plagues