Between what is and isn't,
lies a canvas of what could be
Colors in contrasting unison,
tomorrow's brush strokes—paint can free
Shores of promise, woods of joy,
still-life in eternal relief
Framing as one, styled for all,
its message forever—yet brief
(Train from Fredericksburg: April,2017)
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