May is fast
waning. The month of
possibilities, of come what may.
Of may bees, of aye
may (Juliet’s soft-breathed ai me!),
of “yes, of course you may,” of maydens and mayhem and even momentary
dismay. Mayonnaise too, on little
sandwiches carried in a basket outdoors.
We may find some of
the same qualities left on into the next month, mayhap a smidgen in things
Mayan, or even mayoral. So let us
continue on gladhearted, undismayed!
image: Christie B. Cochrell, Tiffany Window
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