what captures our attention
above, the sea gulls move towards nesting
below, a million tiny fish dart
in between, we sit upon a small boat
below, a million tiny fish dart
in between, we sit upon a small boat
rocking--a balancing act left
for those who understand
how old paint wears away, revealing
the bare bone practicality--
steeped so close to changing waters
we reward ourselves with the impractical
flood of revelry---salty spray,
and wind, jazz-like, changing directions
before the sun warms the surrounding gray
and after the moon has had a say
which way
the wind whorls heaven
~words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15
for those who understand
how old paint wears away, revealing
the bare bone practicality--
steeped so close to changing waters
we reward ourselves with the impractical
flood of revelry---salty spray,
and wind, jazz-like, changing directions
before the sun warms the surrounding gray
and after the moon has had a say
which way
the wind whorls heaven
~words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15
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