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Dec 2019
He makes his own shadows
in an ocean of amber light

a fedora obscures his face

his dark suit melds
with the leather of the couch

and an outline of fingers
caresses an amber drink

the fragment the  hanging participle
the remainder in long division

and the business
that's never finished

Whit Howland © 2019
Crude word painting. Abstract imagistic truth.
Whit Howland
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Whit Howland
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