Poem: jack

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My latest original five-line poem could be a blog post its own. Just something I was thinking about today.


when you talk and your voice falls into your pocket
through a hole, down to your shoe, massaging into
the shoe leather until the metaphor wears itself out;
afterward, the voices rises back up, a slack jack
waiting for another chance when the crank comes.

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