"Original Sin"...not sure if that would be poem I wrote on the DARPA teletype (110 baud) to a girl in my AP maths class, but that seems to about all I can think of at the moment.
I like my neighbors' fields immensely. I am so glad that they take such excellent care that I can enjoy them any season... so perhaps this is more laziness than coveting as I look out from my rather ragged and weed-bestrewn (thank you, Bill Herbert) patch on this earth.