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Thank You, Steve Jobs

The house has no roof

mud fills every room

the walls stained with strange mold

the family walks in slowly

each mind gripped

with some image of the storm

that moment of his or her

unique and individual


far away

someone says, look

at that filthy house

what animals they are 

to live that way

far away 

they know nothing of storms

We have cell phone cameras now

everyone can see the storm

Thank you, Steve Jobs,

for making it harder to look away

for opening the multi-hued eye

bringing the footprint on the face

close enough to count the nails

we are grateful for 

this new fine grain resolution

far away

evidence is irrelevant

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