Alone Again

(Ghazal in Iambic Tetrameter)

Machines should make fingers to flee
Away from tugs she ought to flee

Her dad, he owns the Quantas' jets
The sky is where she likes to flee

Those memories I keep in mind
The winds do make some leaves to flee

That squirrel hops in search of food
It's hard for her in jail to flee

I hate it when her wit goes out
From here, I must attempt to flee

Pam took her bags from Texas ranch
In heat, from him, Pam had to flee.

© Paterika Hengreaves
November 28, 2006/Ohio, USA

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