chance is a timeless change

if you should have me pinpoint it exactly
you were right to trust an honest eye
the eye with much light

salt air moistening brand new poem
self-portrait cheerful and grateful

moved
further back into my psyche
jumping out of the box
crazy paint chips loudly applaud
a crisp, must-see dream

the irony, debatable
upward punchy poets must move on
sky advanced to
a crack of sunlight behind curtains

by mary ann blinkhorn

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