Writing Exercise #98

This poem Blood Honey by Chana Bloch is beautiful. Read it, treat this as a ghost line:


We’re still at large. We’re free


Don't know what a ghost line is? I explain it here. I woke up today feeling extremely lucky, thick with gratitude. I like the idea of writing a poem with "we're free" as the refrain. Heck, knock yourself out and write a ghazal why don't you!?!