This is an improv off of Gwendolyn Brooks' "We Real Cool." I really liked the line "Jazz June" because it was just completely backwards to me. In my mind, June would describe jazz. But it's almost as though jazz is a verb. So that is what I'm going to start with, and since the original is a ballad, I'm attempting that form.
We jazz in June, because we can't,
and solemnly slip sand.
We rock July to hear our pant,
and feel the heat drip band.
We welcome August, then winters gust,
In December there lies
a trust: snow, maybe dust,
but June will never die.
She lives on, throughout spring and fall,
peaking in between, so
that we can fight the seasons all
with noodle knees and elbow.
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