Robert Hass
what is this beauty
wrapped in silken song
that plays incessantly
for ears, grasses
wooden docks
hand painted bears
within "on time" clocks
swan families clustering
the yelp of geese
alongside airplane's roar
the opening and closing
of ever body's door
church bells ring
signifying nothing
but a reminder to
pray at every stop sign
not to depend on meter
or rhyme; but if it takes you
as a southwestern breeze
you let it bring you
a plain and fancy prayer
to your patella-ed knees
flies buzzing trends
doing a cakewalk
on a narrow well worn path
half-heartedly we are lead
saying to self, "this too shall pass":
the tears, angers, wrath
sabbath, shining new light:
as we hold the torn pages,
light buoyant-- like loving restores
Kate Lamberg
6/15/12
egret in flight~
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