The green okra slime on our gumbo was
Just as it should be
With oil and crushed sassafras
Covering neatly across
The field of roux.
We're doing OK, he said,
Same old thing--kids, cars, work, and more
Work, just fine.
We're not doing OK she said--
Clipping the trees, going under, drowning.
We stirred the sherry into the bowl--
The sheen split
Revealing aroma of crab
Clawing its way to the top
Scattering the leaves.
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