Ghazal {Also know as Guzzle}

Inside these cozy homes a sweet retreat to rest your feet, on the avenue
If I could only borrow the keys, on the avenue

A car sputters its life’s brevity
Its black fog swirls with the amber leaves, on the avenue

Like patchwork the lawns are well trimmed and neatly hedged sweet greed
A little girl forced to eat sweet peas, on the avenue

The flight of plastic bags and there skin flapping in the air
Stuffed with the Sundays news through the trees, on the avenue

Red bricks white borders green ivy grows along the house side
Nesting soon enough a pride full of worker bees, on the avenue