Striations streaking and the bars devoid of color contrast with the intensity of sun. My mind's eye peeking, now reminded of the painter of abstract redepictions yet undone. The bands and angles of the bright and dark divisions are weaved throughout the shanty's inner walls. Confusion tangles as one begins revisions of memory as recognition stalls.
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AuthorJack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana. Archives
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