2 thoughts on “Blurred Images

  1. To the Generals, Victorious
    While you beat your chests
    and thump your pecs, where
    your soul has squeezed in
    trying to find lodging
    only to find
    there is no room
    in the inn.
    *******
    To William Carlos Williams, Pablo Neruda, et al: YOU are still my real heroes.

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