Ghazal for an entry without a fee.
A black lettuce wrap sandwich for my sin
Don't tell my vegan daughter she'll cry sea
April is poem a day month for old me.
Anxiety grows at night under cardboard.
Anxiety grows at night under cardboard.
Sparrows tumble from my throat, is to say
Snakes eat Araucana eggs on their way
Amelia’s boys keep cabins in the wood.
Aphrodite’s sacred birds kept at bay
Solitary life, they did not dismay.
Peaches, blood oranges feed the blue jays
Paul, young son loads the truck for market day
Coffee becomes compost, chicks are traded
Silkie Bantams warm in Matelasse beds
Sunflower seeds dry in a crumpled way.
Tires go flat over the dirty road frey.
The boy shares his lunch with a passeridae
She calls tik tik as rock sparrows do fly
Wish him good fortune, yes, which is to say
Waste not, be kind, work hard C. G. each day.
A woeful story /// you want to replay.
Daughter told me never eat at Chic fil A
The C. O. O is ju ju ~ ~ Dan Cathy
we should shake our fist at chicken and say
Off to hell the phrase "my pleasure" all day.
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