chagallian dreams
kissing backwards as we did drift
out the window--our shoes, intact...
alighting on the western wind
how we sailed clearly above
the city's din--trailing colors left
in our wake- without words we
flew above the huge aspens,
the shallow lake- no mistake
then we flew back in reverse--
like an upside down tarot card:
no worry, no curse--how the evening
light loomed, and did serve
several cups of jasmine tea-
along with borscht and blinis savored--
just how we painted the town red
the city's din--trailing colors left
in our wake- without words we
flew above the huge aspens,
the shallow lake- no mistake
then we flew back in reverse--
like an upside down tarot card:
no worry, no curse--how the evening
light loomed, and did serve
several cups of jasmine tea-
along with borscht and blinis savored--
just how we painted the town red
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| poem~kate lamberg (c) '16....google imago |
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