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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