Saturday, June 10, 2017

Life and poetry We live our words


The poet's joke

You say gray, and what of black

You say white, and what of gray

Never the way of knowing is neither

It matters only the moment of meter

Born in Chicago Illinois, raised in Tampa (above downtown picture), lived St.Petersburg for thirty years.  A family is where ever you choose to live.  Is one place safer than the next?  Maybe, because children seek out friends they feel most accepted by - usually images of themselves.

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