sun obscured by grey sky

the burning off of clouds
seen from the ocean's center
surprises, independent of
the hundreds of times
this magic takes place--

all over the world illusions
are burned- without a living
trace that smoke would,
or could- get into our eyes
smudging how we used to

theorize: birds bounce near
foot tall cornflower blue chicory
growing by the sides of the back roads
seen in the hazy damp lemonade light
at dusk--late summer, where even

stray cats go seeking cool hollows--
living on wild berries,  and an occasional
mouse,  upon the plain earth- spreading
for miles in every direction- as flat ground
on an island is a fine design for finding

higher realms, and natural dining:
one rectangular blue slate boulder
becomes the stage in which
this takes place so often
that dreams echo

in the cool blue strength of stone
alfresco---
for whomever finds it,
to know-- they shall never
break bread alone

poem/photo~kate lamberg~kath*odes (c) '15