Ode to the Lesbian Farmers

Here come the Lesbian Farmers who we love,

Stomping home from the fields, damp and very hot,

For how else should they be, their farms like stoves,

And critters, machines, tall beans, even doves

Stealing the cool air? Farms are really Hell

Don’t kid yourself, agronomy’s pure Sisyphus,

That’s the way it is, repetitious, it smells,

There’s no time for love poems! There ain’t no Sappho-mus!


Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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