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this day clouds have shadows

making blues deeper

but the other way

the bluest way has the whitest clouds

it’s about reflection

one thing bounces off another

the way space, the blackest black,

has the most light unseen

until a hand in the dark

reflects   and then

the light

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Posted August 16, 2010 by strongjacksonpoet54 in Poetry of Mary Strong Jackson

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