when an intention for wakefulness supercedes the urge of resistence

belly flopped into the cheshire lake
no mistake to be swimming among
the living-- how they leave their mark
on bark, and algaed boulders sitting perfectly still

it is only angels changing costumes
in between the first and second acts
a love grows like ivy round a douglas fir
so far up the tree, we trust the dust

won't get on us- as we become immune:
to desert dunes and not quite full moons
it's gabrielle in a superwoman costume
making rounds at tanya's tundra-

snaking below the boulevard
sounding like a dozen jet planes
and fine english china from devonshire
with little hand paintings of red foxes

and a lot of green branches of pine
orange sunshine and lemon posey
pour more color onto the ivory bisque
we sit to sip-- in the late october sun

~words and watercolor~kate lamberg (c) '14

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