Burying Day/Hot Soul

a poem inspired by a friend's birthday

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…