Sometimes the fables of our youth that mothers oft repeat still come to mind in adult lives to punish our deceit. "May lightning strike me as I stand," is said to cover lies, beware, the smiting might occur before you can revise. A bolt descends from black of storm, enforcing breach of trust, we rarely know the smitten ones, unless, alas, it's us.
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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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