And Sow
early risers
meet the sun
before it stirs
the cream
its effervescent glow
rising in the steam
from sprinklers
banked below
through the dappled trees
it lingers in the leaves
then laser-like
it streams
its golden rays
through pane
casting shadows
down the lane
it catches on the vanes
spinning stacks of hay
till the land is paved
with good intentions
and the rows are ready
for the reaping
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