riding, carefree, we
had no thought to the outcome
within dawn's steel light
fall grapes, frozen now
we worship winter's apples
honey helps soothe hurts
before the dawn comes
struggle weaves through wagon's grace
then--precious light beads
pointilistic flight
through windy tribal forest
we are one right now
past crumbles under
the sharp wooden wheel, pushing
towards a brand new day
Kate Lamberg
1/13/12
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