again, when she was sleeping
again,when she was sleeping the soft lacy aspen blossoms burst open,
to the west, & now the circle of cherry trees seen from her living room window
are in labor
the anticipation of their fragrant dusty pink blossoms inhabit the poet's
mind, while chants of buddhist monks sporting saffron gowns fill the cool air
to the west, & now the circle of cherry trees seen from her living room window
are in labor
the anticipation of their fragrant dusty pink blossoms inhabit the poet's
mind, while chants of buddhist monks sporting saffron gowns fill the cool air
energized by a group of lemon scented irises taken hostage-
inside a hand blown blue water glass, sitting in the healing room
on the hand painted green and purple hutch, in the northeast corner-
shared with the Jerusalem Cherry tree
inside a hand blown blue water glass, sitting in the healing room
on the hand painted green and purple hutch, in the northeast corner-
shared with the Jerusalem Cherry tree
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| words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '18 |
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