six snap shots *
swathed against a willing sky
quietly we acquiesce
the blues blare
in a perfect corner- tasting
the damp wind, the reckless rain
how the white lace curtains
flip and sway- doing a lindy
blindly-- along the purple grooves
the softest shade of grey
does not attach its self to any
outcome- so can be free
to be grey without
running a kayak amok
at sand beach, low tide
stepping through
obstacles- observant of
barbed wires- yellow jackets
words/photos~kate lamberg (c) '16
*.'snap shots'= quick sketches;these stand alone or with each other.
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