Courtesy of The Hunting Lodge
i drink the hints of cinnamonfrom my Sunday the crowd blend of x’s and y’sis my heart of four boys three as the perfect balanceof acidity and persistence is the keyto this front door that sticks jimmying and textingsleeping ones, loved ones, gamer onesand here we are surrounded in microgreens, the best bunchon a hunch despite their best beforedates nourishing still and sugared pansiesin ice water sweet treats and relishes that zing from gardens that rampage despite pandemics, we've been here before prevailing despite fires and wheat shortagesour lives shuttered and red x’s our men dyingand seeds growing still, this beautiful still i’m in love with you Lifeplease forgive me my heart of strife