Prices of produce volcano
Out of range
So I will grow.
And grow my own
And battle weeds and beetles,
And former feathered friends.
As I stretch plastic netting
Across the berry laden bushes,
I will declare war against nature while
asking nature to nurture as well.
Oh please, good God, let my
Harvest be bountiful.
They’re calling for a recession,
I’m not sure how many holes
Are left to punch in the belt
Before the buckle.
Purple Pennies 