this black and white beauty
palm trees, like palms in hands
tell of good fortune
clouds, eclipsing the sun
speak of soul's riches
impossible to see
with the naked eye
we dress our vision
with horn rimmed glasses,
summery semi-transparent
clothes, swinging tunes-
let body reach moons;
skirting some issues--for others
to emerge above sea level-
what was once impossible
to see, now revealed
in peaches, cherries:
spurting juices, dribbling
plainly- pure harmony
Kate Lamberg
6/12/12
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