Bending the Contour of Time

A single mockingbird

rolls out an endless repertoire of riffs and

peppers every phrase with measured chirps.

It energizes the stagnant morning gray,

partitioning a foggy, shapeless uniformity

into lively window boxes of fascinating expression.

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About jackdetate

Married, 2 children, retired, enjoying unstructured time: "And then he drank a dew From a convenient grass, And then hopped sidewise to the wall To let a beetle pass." ~ Emily Dickinson
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