Last day in May, the afternoon: remember? Black marks off charcoal from the dune: remember? I thought it wouldn’t be too soon; we’d wait at least until its June. The twenty-ninth of March it rained: remember? You looked so sad that I explained: remember? You knew it wouldn’t be too soon; we’ll have to wait until its June. I’ve been waiting since I don’t know when and now it finally seems about to start. I swear, I swear, that I will do my part. December dark at six o’clock: remember? The freezing wind gives you a shock: remember? You knew it wouldn’t be too soon; we’ll have to wait until its June. October damp on down the street: remember? The sodden leaves stuck to your feet: remember? You knew it wouldn’t be too soon; we’ll have to wait until its June. I’ve been waiting since I don’t know when and now it finally seems about to start. I swear, I swear, that I will do my part. July the third we stayed up late: remember? And thought how long we’d have to wait: remember? It’ll be so long until it’s soon; it’ll be so long until its June.