singing bowls praying
world affairs flattened--north wind
reassuring peace
purple plums, ripe, warm
fall easily- from branch to palm
we savour her wet flesh
dozens of plums grow
on grey gnarly tree next door
glow in autumn sun
sitting in dry grass
below towering fragrant pines
heaven meets the earth
joy rings in singing
bowls--wide with compassion
all melt who do hear
waterfalls carry
water ceaselessly bringing
still joy in action
Kate Lamberg
9/17/12
whatcom falls~
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