June Bug

The June bug drunk
Flies
Maybe because it is
August
Like a glitch
Out of time and
Place
He roams among the 
Bushes
The lavender fields in my
Mind
Gracious to the sun
Shining
Bright behind the clouds
It will emerge
Eventually

Alright

I lie here
With the shape
shifting clouds
I'm the sky
empty and open
The birds
Seem to tell me
It will all be
Alright