she loves to wake up

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she loves to wake up
to feeling the undulent waves beneath
her yogic spine

mimicking the sea waters' symphony--
connecting endless summer days
together, like long airy necklaces

breathing each day up-
with the openness of a toddler,
shrieking to echo a new sea bird's song

in early morning--when the day leaps
ahead of baby steps- birthing
the sweet soft cushion of strawberries

bridging memories, with what is spiraling--
in swings and see-saws- so early the air
is loaded with promises

how she follows the sounds--
like a star hurtling through
infinite blue jay skies

- kate lamberg (c) '20

--
Kate Lamberg

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