The poem stared back
at the two pleading eyes
saying nothing
about white or black
nor was any indication given
as to where a poet
should set up thoughts
for the night
with rigging and taut lines
for a reader to traverse across
in high winds
and find their own
-balance-
if the stanza is strong enough
to support mass tourism
and photography.
If you look long enough
or blur your eyes
an Image develops,
what comes through
was over-exposed, covered
with a starch of pareidolia
it was still safe enough
to be considered
shelter.
Painting by Désiré François Laugée [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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