Fallow
This sun is shining
The temperature is pleasant
Noticably nice
I saw my sister
A lot to process but good
A very real lunch
Mostly relaxing
For the balance of my day
Without work to do
Although the threshing
The fields are growing fallow
Intentionally
The rings unbroken
But what is this place without
Words overflowing
I feel I have sinned
Not granting a time for rest
To let the fields lie
So mind fields quiet
If I neither reap nor sow
Am I a farmer?
Will my dreams persist?
Will they fade with the dawn?
It's time to find out.
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