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Thank You, Steve Jobs
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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
breaking
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far away
someone says, look
at that filthy house
what animals they are
to live that way
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far away
they know nothing of storms
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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
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far away
evidence is irrelevant
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