Crisp contrast and blurry edges,
Black and white and shades of gray,
Colors sharp like well-trimmed hedges,
Will I be mystified today?
Personalities abound,
Skipping, laughing, angry tones,
A missing letter I have found,
And history will not condone.
Stuffing, pushing, store away,
Never to be thought or spent,
Another hazy, vivid day
Shouts out for me and where I went.
(c) 2005 by Jack Huber
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It's the last line of each stanza that makes the poem stand out and elevate it.
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