Posted in Photography, Poetry

Week in Review: B&W

Posted on by Jeanne

Sometimes we have to be real
and let the chips fall
to the ground in a pattern.
Much like reading tea leaves.
Time is the only truth we have to look forward to. 

I reached into your pocket to find sand. The rock swore to hand me over what little I could comprehend.

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