It’s July.

July came in a little hurriedly,
like someone missed a tiny step,
and pushed open the door,
without ringing the damn bell first.

I was wiping the dust clean,
a little something gathered in the corner,
and much out of habit,
had put some tea to brew on the burner.

I would have liked a couple more hours,
maybe finish re-potting some of the flowers,
but since you are already in, I get the tea out,
and here we are, ready for a fresh bout.

But, July came in a little hurriedly,
like someone missed a tiny step,
and pushed open the door,
without ringing the damn bell first.

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