pastiche~





daubs of crimson, russet, gold
trees on fire-
impossible to hold
onto any solitary beauty;

all becomes revealed
while walking. unrehearsed;
this world, we inhabit
crowns us with all

the elegance we would
ever need to know--
with a score of one
million herons placed,

to sing where once
we slid beneath
the illuminated pond-
on fire with desire!

~words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '14

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