Sonnet

I’ll copyright the distance from my love -

Monsanto owns the future, but it needs

To loan me interest for its present seeds -

And space & hours measure her remove,

Are ours the motions, ours the times & places,

Is hers the air ten thousand miles above,

Or curse or share the dirt between our faces?

Today, to move an inch will cost a penny,

A ticket is the right to borrow speed,

Tomorrow, if the courts impede, how many

Violations of my intellectual property

Can I collect for every errant weed?

If copyrights are fences in a field,

My love is an investment fraught with yield.