Against city ordinances, a woman
keeps five chicks in her basement
until they grow large enough
to live in her backyard. No months
of red tape, no permits. The woman’s
protest against rising prices and urban
sprawl turns into omelets, an egg-hatching
science project for second graders, a pound
cake, a neighborhood reminder to catch
the sunrise. Eventually noodle soup
for the neighbor’s cold if she can
catch the darting old hen. Both beak
and chin stretch forward to gain speed.
By Jari Thymian
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Jari Thymian’s poetry has appeared in Simply Haiku, Ekphrasis, The Christian Science Monitor, The Pedestal Magazine, The Progenitor and in various anthologies. Poems are forthcoming in Margie Review, Alehouse, Chicken Pinata, and Broadsided Press. The Meaning of Barns was published by Finishing Line Press in 2007. She is delighted that one of her poems was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. www.jarithymian.com.
this is lovely and revolutionary. i have shared this with friends. thank you, jari.
Really sublime, Jari - thanks for letting me know! All best, Kelly
Thank you so much for sharing these poems and this link.
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