writing in long hand- at home and abroad

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writing in long hand across a granite sea wall
eye balls glistening--- listening to the ocean's mist
cool breeze, waist high--as sun bakes her crown
steadying herself in tree pose, no willow would let

her go down upon the sand--love, fanning her heart
we catch what it is that never filters though cheese-
cloth- gingham table cloth- set just so in monet
colors...blues and deep golds..impossible to hold

throughout the night---we want to step out into
the garden--and not miss the bliss---a kiss!
in between the rows of low growing primrose
how the dashing of stars and the dots of moon

beams bless all who simply take the time
to resemble nothing near what was already said
so late in the night the kite in the tree winks at me
from the moon's glow, the garden always does know

what is held in celestial trust- assures angels
purify,  and recalibrate...sprinkling the rust
as dots of chameleon fire- all things conspire
to let go of the grass clippings before the heat

before the day leaves them in clumps, commingling
with last october's leaves- just as they please!
after the dust settles disputes
at home, and abroad



words/photo of iris~*~- kate lamberg (c) '15