An Iowan’s Lament In May

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, oh summer, were no crime
I could sit back and think which way
To enjoy and pass your long hot days
I could enjoy your glorious warm mornings
And all the peace that your nights bring
We could grill out and relax at the park
Until the sun gives way and day turns dark
Or we could run about the sands at the lake
Until our feet and lungs do ache

But reality has it, you’re nowhere in sight
For I woke up this morning to grounds cover in white


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