dedicated to Boston and all who were affected by the horrific bombings~
bamboo flutes play within
the bamboo grove, among the pine forest
where breezes sometime get caught
in trees' branches- and then the wind
once again sails outside
the lines of the densely thick,
softly yielding pine forest
to places even our imaginations cannot conjure
as the flute music is muted
by the incoming wind of freshness,
it waits, without being idle-
for there will be a time soon
when the wind will again die down
and the music will continue, as if it never left us
and bring us to our feet with purpose, and we
shall dance with our collective souls as one
Kate Lamberg
bamboo grove~photo by kate lamberg
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