running in the fields
i stop in my tracks--as i see pink roses growing
in vines among the green pines
i try to pick one rose, from the green stem
and then--an entire long vine of roses that were wrapped around
the tall green pine trees becomes unraveled
i return to my running
the long trail of rose vines stirring the dirt in my wake
below my feet--an occasional pine needle kicked up in the wind
Kate Lamberg
i stop in my tracks--as i see pink roses growing
in vines among the green pines
i try to pick one rose, from the green stem
and then--an entire long vine of roses that were wrapped around
the tall green pine trees becomes unraveled
i return to my running
the long trail of rose vines stirring the dirt in my wake
below my feet--an occasional pine needle kicked up in the wind
Kate Lamberg
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