The elevated fertile sagwa tree’s by our elementary school
have given birth to a gaggle of tiny brown juice boxes.
I’m not sure how this is truly relevant right now but
this is what I have recently cultivated in my bald county.
Let us hand them out after lunch at around 1:30pm so
that the crisp seeded sugar could spark a little more life
in the setting 6th graders on this brisk Friday afternoon.
The bell has rung, so bring those stacked yellow crates here
before the red caterpillar or blue bees wheel them away.