by window-sill
facing north;
as the strong persistent
wind makes herself
right at home-
as she-wind,
an airy angel
of dancing delight
but in breathing gazes:
a pure elemental,
who guards my garden
assuring roots will stay,
even when the heads of black eyed sues
get whacked by her force, send those heads
flying wildly in the whooshing, seemingly random;
mama nature has had enough
she is pleading with all of humanity,
"drop your guns, i'll turn around,
as you may have to drop your jeans-
in the process of sheer absolving"
push through differences-
as hands with gentle force
dig in sandy earth
making peace among
all the layers of sediment
Kate Lamberg
8/29/11
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