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Weekly Sonnet 52

Grass Below You, Sky Above

Open up my bulbed flowers, Apollo!
Under a green table, hear a whoosh: ducks.
This April cried and stepped aside with flow.
Dirt, (cheap, uptown) eighty dollars will buy
Only round figures. The saplings busting
Out with sap! I see despair when he shucks
Rice from our diets. May is adjusting,

Full of promises. Jerry Wright, fill my
Understanding of this country’s strife, we
Celebrate Spring (Why do I keep countin’?)
Kindly do unbind and let my life be.
If you love me (we’d swim in the fountain).
Nightly, it’s progressively worse, you say?
Guess, guess (Will you? Will you?) what starts today.