Crisp contrast and blurry edges,
black and white and shades of gray,
colors sharp like well-trimmed hedges,
will I be mystified today?
skipping, laughing, angry tones,
a missing letter I have found,
and history will not condone.
Stuffing, pushing, store away,
never to be thought or spent,
another hazy, vivid day
shouts out for me and where I went.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.