sometimes

purple iris photo by kate lamberg..(c) '14

sometimes she was known
to fall in love with a voice
and when he'd show up
all dapper and clean
she'd dismiss him
as being too
much this
or too much that

sometimes he was falling for
her cello, with heart holes
shot by hand
by his electric eyes
spies live best
in subterranean abodes

they know how quiet
shifts attention from all that explodes
and a serene behind the scenes riot

shopping for wild ginger, and eucalyptus
she took a peak down the middle aisle
at the guy selling geraniums
he did not even test feel the soil

just poured all his emotions through
one green plastic hose, tugged over
from the pool dept; there's a sale
on kidney shaped pools---

and they'll throw the model in....
with a straw hat,
and unbreakable kitschy plates
for no extra fee---

you haul down the dim aisles
of pre-summer conscience
left out without sunscreen
such burning candor

leaves a hole in the ceiling
as taxes skyrocket
and it becomes easier
to find gluten free cookies

~kate lamberg. (c) '14