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Sunlight fills the farm
in the early morning
Like the cup from the fairytale
That can never overflow
Diffuse, sharp, yellow
Turning the corn a neon green
And making the blossoms on the red clover sparkle
A tiny caterpillar on the parsley
Flies off with the baby robins
Testing their flight
From the tomato cages to the fence top
I’m happy
To let the squirrels have the strawberries

For my fellow farmer Mo, who said
enough with the ‘rona and protest poems

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