A Time To Sow

once written
in longhand
on a small piece
of yellow paper
these lines
I plan on
in the moist
behind my house
in the hope
(for poets still believe in hope despite ourselves)
that come
the summer’s end
new words of
wonderful colours
and ideas fragrant
are mine to harvest
for the fall.

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