tearing the curtains, tattered
by years of tacking away
the light and river view
night grows up
when she can face the day
with accessories, simply schooled
those needless threads spooled
in simple clean A- lines,
she dresses by morning's milky
light pouring in, as vermeer declares
another day of art spilling order
as if drops do pour randomly,
when swept up in unconscious pursuit;
the time we pay attention, they
drizzle in couplets, a balanced river sway
Kate Lamberg
5/2/12
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