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.
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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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