Burying Day/Hot Soul by Lane Timothy Speidel
Oh bounding seed, you
cleverly thing too!
Make us a play in the shape of your desire.
A slice of cake, to chummy sing afire
and clari-peed! To usher us
“come” and “go” round trust-
ed golden head. We love you so
Oh!
Little grass-blade grieving one, we’ll
dig you up when day is done.
We’ll take a turn to cut you
shallow-s…
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