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trifecta of blue smoke
gets in her blue eyes
“if only” borne blue skies
the sugeon general
commands her attention
but she has no retention
her daughters inhaled
into the social system
match lit by father him
love is a joke now
a juggling of death sticks
her prayers of lives quits
i lied when i laughed
i wanted to yank them out
“it’s not over” is what it’s about
you can still freedom choose
gray face and gray sky
a warm front comes on by
bruises aren’t to add color
we both know a beaten wife
is swollen from a cheated life
the sticks bobble and
gravity shakes em down
hope “wraps you like a gown”
let’s get you inside
do you see that it’s never over
pain comes when you’re sober
nerve endings of the soul
they are friends enough
to guide you through the rough
i’ll walk with you too
out of pulses of the gray
love will have a place to stay
This is for One Shoot Sunday highlighting the photography of Fee Easton.
Gerald the Writer 
Thanks for your time and thoughts.