tina and tobi were having a discussion

prose poem

tina simply did not see the reason
for having to make pubic displays
of celebration, salivation, excitation
anywhere near the degree

tobi would love to express to excess
no one was wrong, yet they were not
hearing each other; each one wore
a different cue, to be revealed

where tina loved how silence wrapped
around her chest like a burgundy shawl
for all we knew she could speak
a perfect peached southern drawl

while tobi spoke every thought
as often as each spoke of a passing bicycle
circled down the freshly paved black topped
driveway, just begging to be speed walked,

biked, hiked, and rocked & rolled on
tina's silence turned to words
at the appearance of sea birds,
while tobi's words became silenced

as she heard for the very first time
the sounds of sea gulls cozying
in a clatter of laugher within the base
of poplar pines- how the switch

of familiar felt natural to the women
their ability to lean into/ not against
the changing winds- leaving spaces
in between the creaking of branches

the soft cornflower blue sky etched
in the armpits and crotches of beeches
standing so tall, and yet unassuming
in most cases; except only one

when the first touch of green is seen...
that's reason for a little horseplay...
a bit of friendly fooling around
in the wide eyed sky, upon
a mostly lenient ground
~words~kate lamberg

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