Taking pictures on a precarious rock.
Truly inspired.
Power lines harmonic, the 60 cycle hum.
Strange, acoustic properties.
A passing afternoon.
An edgy buzz.
Like AM radio static
dust blown from needle
the scratch before the verse
the album like a scar
the words to what you feel
eerie, nested metaphors
the lime plant closed.
Raw sights of winter.
Perceptual couplings
unedited, glare
skin shared on surface;
strong light averts my eyes
like a watermark sticks, soothes
the lake, my life
phosphorescence—
the flash of fire, driftwood on the beach.
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Kelly Huntson 
Hi Kelly. Great poem. Good photos. What is the locale?
Take care.
Neil Scheinin
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Hi Neil and thank you!
The photos are from the Huron Pier and Lighthouse at the mouth of the Huron River on Lake Erie’s southern shore. I took the pictures there along with photos of walleye fishermen coming and going in the harbor last February.
Thanks for reading, take good care as well.
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Hi Kelly. I love your work both poetry & photography and I adore your blogs cover of the Roses and the Book. Exquisite!
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Hello and thank you, John! That’s very kind of you to say.
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