Hold the Receiver

I know your ring; who else would call on the first day of Spring to wish me Happy New Year, with seven S’s laid upon

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Blood and oil

My mother’s people rousted about for oil In migratory circles through the south Over Oklahoma scrub and dust Tectonic tiles of sundried Texas mud Scarred

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Afsaneh’s villanelle

  My little sister's name means fairy tale In an ancient language I don't speak, Promising a story that ends well Peaking on a mountain

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