Fallow 96

The sun is shining
It's a pleasant 89
As April nears end

Working late today
Got to the meeting midway
But looking spruced up

Within these constraints
Vow requires commitment
To a certain look

Still I maintain it
And fallow fields shift to fit
So I feel less seen

Though I declare it
Excitedly every time
Stance thought hard, easy

My Lord on my lips
Perhaps my lady will be
How else could this end?

Some alternate choice?
Some sort of wall erected?
Who has such power?

I could not see it
If my perspective ceases
Who'd call it "the end?" 

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