I am certain of nothing
but the holiness of the heart's affections,
and the truth of imagination.
~ John Keats
morning heart rises
rain comes, fills up the gutters
grass sighs in wetness
words come spilling out
with no need to siphon, just
let bright spirit guide
swans at melville pond/east setauket, ny
Kate Lamberg
10/14/11
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