seen simply as circular
there are no true endings,
if our lives are seen
simply, as circular
our stories are woven,
amidst our ancestors'
with the finest dried grasses
dyed a tumeric mustard yellow
to be left to dry on the river bank
among tall grasses
soon we realize,
those who move
into the ethers--having left
securely their stories--
echo the cries
of babies not yet born
~words/photo~kate lamberg
if our lives are seen
simply, as circular
our stories are woven,
amidst our ancestors'
with the finest dried grasses
dyed a tumeric mustard yellow
to be left to dry on the river bank
among tall grasses
soon we realize,
those who move
into the ethers--having left
securely their stories--
echo the cries
of babies not yet born
~words/photo~kate lamberg
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