No poem today
My words have gone away
just for a day!
There's a bushel in your hedge's row
watching Kenny's garden grow
dividends reinvested from sun and rain
equally, in equity poetically speaking, of course...
Over the heads of stems
clearing the settlement
from the angel's investment
of time and movement and liquidity’s sunny kiss
on property and resources of minerals: dirt, metals
bless these greens with petals
and more seeds for which we partake
of an abundance of futures.