hot sun relentless
beating down between storm clouds
after the potatoes there's onions
and after that we don't know
we haven't gotten that far
eyes on the ground
and an ear for the rain
ready to run for the trees before we get soaked
but for now
let's enjoy the sunshine
and place our veggies in the soft earth
on this thursday in june
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Poetry Book 2
Poetryjust a bunch of poetry, started january of 2020. we'll see how far it takes us. I basically just post random ass poems I create, not in any promised order. it just happens. this is book two - I stopped book one after one hundred poems. I think I'll...
