Quota

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Once stream, now angry river
consumes this plot, leaving
saturated ground squelching.

New meander roars past greenhouse.
The path of least resistance
to the ocean through harvests.

Inspector taps teeth with biro lid.
'See, this needs to be at 48% yield
at the moment it's only 3.2.'

With renewal notice left unread
I bury bulbs and old seed in mud
hoping for a change in weather
as clouds congregate, grumbling.



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