Jersey City isn’t just an isthmus twixt Manhattan and
continental New Jersey and by extension, America, it, like the rest of New
Jersey, is a below sea level (oh come on, topography police, stay with me here)
swamp. Rainy couple of days left a nice puddle in of the few remaining grassy
lots. Soggy, ready for another wave of dandelion blooms. Nothing but blue skies
and sunshine now. And, captured within the dark waters of the puddle is our
world, that very same sky and caution children crossing sign and pennants
swaying in the soft spring breeze, new used cars for sale, like a photograph,
clear as a mirror, although not real the resemblance to reality remains
undeniable, until we delve beyond appearance.
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