Jim Trainer

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In Being A Poet, National Poetry Month, Philadelphia, poem, Poetry, Writing on April 1, 2015 at 10:22 pm

hard corners of the photo curling
stretching the image like Dad’s pulling
away and Mom’s face funhoused, sad&long
the house behind them sinking in the middle
were we inside when this was taken? and the poor streets
and the sky, the buildings and the blur
of a taxi going by, all sepia, the hardlines muddled
the black&whites yellowed and brown.


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