June becomes you

if we write words together
congregational felling of veils, plow through
mud slackens grip on gothic boot in revere-ware column
all copper and stainless reflecting land, sea, sky
out that window that may soon become someone else's window
when we take over downstairs, make a home out of two
with my office and lebam on the side
comfort and joy, mixed with the grief of my seemingly endless war
gone to battle again, sorting it out and torn as to who, how, when
elastic crane building strands of dna between your webbing
lets work our thumbs into the pockets of this one
crackle a laugh for old times sake
gail turn your sweet trunk from side to side
with that special twisty dance only you know how to do