July ain't over til....

July ain't over til
that cigarette
dangling between
your lips has been
lit,
with the last match-stick
in my book

July ain't over til
I've seen you blow
smoke carelessly,
freely through
the falling burnt dusk sky

July ain't over til
those astral trails
of the day's clouds
float up,
only to obscure,
the perfect
golden moon
hanging from a thread

July ain't over til
we've lain
 on that blanket
up on
Killow's Knee,
that jutting, grassy,
rock,
over-looking everything

July ain't over til
I've seen your
ghost
disappear from sight,
while the music rings
in my ears
from all those concerts