Where it was shallow the grass poked through

Muddy furrows thoroughly filled –

the yard’s a lake.

You came across,

you in your boots

and green wax coat.

You had the mail,

the first in weeks.

The sun was shining then,

except for the clouds,

and where it was shallow

the grass poked through.

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