In the heat of the late morning sun
June packed for the road with his band
They’d drive toward the Midwestern verge
For the Midsummer Dithyramb

Though what blew in that day
Would ever the clock rearrange, rearrange
For as the hour came
To fleet the road June knew
There came from behind
En echo calling “cuckoo”

And in a moment in time
All futures the Morai consigned, realigned

Room for me?
Who is she?
Lo Gemini!
Come on in!
Chimed a friend
June, meet July

June forgot to close his mouth
His friend nudged his side
“She’s from a school in the city
A writer too ey, July?”
June cocked up and cleared his throat as she rattled aboard

"Um, won't you come pitch a tent
And we'll talk in the present tense!
Present tense"

Spritely, and piquant with double the claw
He was nervous in awe
Her wit, sharp like a pen, through letters she’d draw
Knowing every green thing by a name
Like "Aplectrum Hyemale"
She kept up as they ran through Georgia
Where the fireflies jive in Gloria
And they’d fly on ahead
Where the acres of corn never end
Never end

Admits her fear of heights, while they're up in a tree
Charmed by his untamed autonomy
And they play "keep off the floor"
As the 14th brood croons the road through Kentucky

“Onward to the Land of Lincoln!
Set camp upon the eve of gala!”

"That night outside I couldn't hear a word in there“
She points up: "You know the dipper's just a part of a larger bear?”
Teasing he plays like he already knew
They both break laughing cause she saw right through
"You know the truth is though I’ve read all about them
I've never seen stars like this first hand
I may know well the names of Castor and Pollux
But you've known them