a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
~ Anais Nin
i love how one friend can feed my hunger for warmed olives
growing on the sandy spanish soil, in summer's bold sun
when another friend can remind me of rows and rows
of fragrant lavender fields, buds of french blue peace
then comes my upbeat head- in- sunshine orange grove
girlfriend who looks for prayers between the citrus and the pith
hey there- roaring red rock passion, uplifting the flat island
woman i am- to heights of canyons grand, with dry swirls
of magical wind, barreling through the canyon floor
morning time allowing us to rise to heights again
Kate Lamberg
4/15/12
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