today, i shall let myself be fully broken

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losses, music, winter cold, and
all things i have been told
about being careful with
get shaken out the window-
for to live someone's life,
and not one's own
makes us a random stone
on a curvy road, is what
causes all the strife;

oh to be icarus---found flying
too high in the sky- wax wings
melting- dashing into a raging sea

(that would never happen to you or to me!)

it's time
to open the blinds
and stare at the sun

full well knowing:
i am not beetoven,
levertov, or o'keefe...

but still
i am an artist--i am one

(and that is what
i need to do)

the winged waxed dream
over milky ceramic
allows me to skim over
running rivers

the rope swing is safe,
yet flexible- to touch
and to taste stars--

in the universal
holding all friends
in highest regard

i meet along the way...
as i sway, and do swing, touching
the highest branch in the yard

~kate lamberg (c) '17


cranberry bogs~kate lamberg (c) '17





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