Avocado

 green meat; Lorca’s

in love. a prime

athlete: great for but

a moment. greaser

in a leather jacket,

heart of stone. costs

extra. who cares?

***
(Cuenca, Ecuador -- April, 2021)

I'm of the opinion that you can't call yourself a vegan poet until you've written an ode to the (anything but) humble avocado. 

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