Every beauty which is seen here below by persons of perception resembles more than anything else that celestial source from which we all come.
~ Michelangelo
holding tight to the weather
where old worn boats are still
able to cross the corpus callosum
a driving rain, a gentle snow
red cheeks burn against the freezing
wooden boats sing in cloistered song
swinging from left to right
focused boats move between
dense earth and placid sky
claritas softly play
through cardinals wing
flight everlasting
square dances take up
space & residency up front and center
pay no rent, get very far
without trying to edify
(a deeper wish to mystify)
clearly stating what is
words tumble like wildflowers
random grace spills color
cursties before and after sleep
no making sense when probabilities
write no holiday cards- they are straight from the hip
an arrow flying for vulnerable moving targets
Kate Lamberg
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