Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Tales From the Immigrant Front

'Your goose is cooked'
  I told Azizi
"My what is what?"
  He questioned me

'Your goose is cooked'
  softly repeated
Azizi frowned
  He looked defeated

I wondered why
  he couldn't see
his goose in my oven
  of transparency

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L Milton Hankins February 15, 2021 at 8:32 PM Hmmmm...I don't get it!

Kim Rodrigues February 14, 2021 at 7:59 PM This one flew over in v-formation! Gershon Wolf February 14, 2021 at 8:14 PM That's what happens when the transparent is actually so opaque. (Or something like that). lol. Thanks for letting me know. ~ The Gander