Life Undaunted

Crisp contrast and blurry edges, 
black and white and shades of gray, 
colors sharp like well-trimmed hedges, 
will I be mystified today? 

Personalities abound, 
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. 

Published in "A Troupe in Masquerade" and "Eloquence"
By Jack Huber- All rights reserved.

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