May is Over

May is over. June has come.
No fuss, no fanfare, no war drum.
Spring to summer — squelching heat.
Dancing in on elven feet.
Lost so many some might say
Death becomes the norm this day.
Dare not let it be as such
These are people loved so much.
Mothers, Fathers, Daughters, Friends.
All beloved ‘til the end.
Crazy times these are these days
And crazy times breed crazy ways.

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