Coronatine, Day Fifty-one

an uncommon mist

wrapped the morning in soft light

before the sun ruled

but blue sky is king

popping up my potatoes

for the love of May

all nine have emerged

and, like the peas, cling to life

brought by sun, water

this wins my heart now

as i fast between each sun

hope rising, falling

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