The Broiler Chicken
...Her comb is no longer red.
It’s meaningless to preen.
She stands hunched as a deadpan mushroom.
Only flesh matters in her man-made coop.
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She cannot forage in freedom.
She’s not a living t...
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Categories:
coral tree, sad,
Form: Free verse
The Accusation
...My friend ,
You have accused me
Of stealing the color from a butterfly
Of your town.
I tore out of some garden, you say,
A sapling of gulmohar
And planted it
In a desolate and barren cemetery....
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Categories:
coral tree, bird, butterfly, deep, friendship,
Form: Elegy
Dreamland
...When my child hastens to her pillow,
To close her eyes and dream;
She drifts away with stars to play,
Where magic paints the scene.
Mermaids with their tresses wild,
Dance beneath the sea;
An...
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Categories:
coral tree, childhood, stars,
Form: Rhyme