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Poets Corner

Jerry Bolick

Fog shrouds the hills
as noise from the radio
fades into memory
and the clock returns
to the quiet air;
the sun works the haze,
week-end images
push through,
influence invisible
as caffeine
flowing readily
from the first cup,
touting certainty
as if no ebb will follow.
And we wonder together
at the voice of violence
rising from the newspaper's face,
when the tide will turn.

( Copyright © Jerry Bolick, 28 January 2003 )

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