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The night slipped into morning
I sat and began to write
My goal was clearly set
My mind racing against light

I search for this month's muse
As I do per cycle of the moon
I stood, I bowed, I rushed
For daylight may come soon

As I was giving up
I remembered someone's name
These thoughts renewed a promise
That she forgot to claim

It reopened all the memories
Then I began to write it down
Freely I continued
Mere minutes into dawn

And so at last I finished
Then I cleared my throat
I read out lout to myself
Content with what I wrote

To the first poem of June
That I'll base my whole month on
The first my mind concieved
Written ahead of the sun