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LINCOLN COUNTY HARBINGER OF SPRING
I saw my first farmer today.
Riding high on a vivid red tractor
(as proud of its plumage as any bird)
Plowing a field to a rich blending of brown and beige,
Grooming it to a mosaic of earth and cornstalk tweed.
In the tool shed,
The sprayer bristles with hoses and spigots.
(Thinking clean).
The planter pants for voluptuous kernels
(believing in germination)
The corn picker dreams of socially correct rows of bursting ears
(Practicing its collective art)
The sun shines
The wind blows billowing clouds
Towards Minnesota
And in Sioux Falls,
A robin hops across a moist, warming lawn
And harvests the Winter's crop
Of seeds, crumbs, bugs and worms.
Spring is finally here!
From Rhymes of a Sincopated ]sic] Liberated Broad
FAIRY TALE REVERSED
There is a happy fairy tale
When others kiss a frog,
It turns into a prince and there's
A happy epilogue
I think I have some character flaw
That leaves me all agog,
I kissed a prince and then, ta da,
He turned into a frog.
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