the single eye
a tire swing, tied to a loyal oak tree
allows each child the simple
joys of flying higher than they
could ever conceive
the mind, released from thinking
becomes a bright steady flame
with persimmon wings, reaching
beyond the height of copper leaves
a soft rain falls in places
once occupied by the sun
how we accept miracles
while the blessed work is done
words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '14
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