whorl

like the magnetic pull of one's iris,  
adjusting to more or less light
or the center of a hurricane..

the template of power  
seen between the eyes 
crystal blue bindu chakra  

green wood wavers 
in pond's reflections restive   
water nymphs swing from black willow   

amber peasant blouses uncover 
the hand sewn button holes
stitched with a contrasting hue   

(what to do)  darning on cascades
tempered land rocks and sharp haciendas
emptying onto the promenade 

of valencia oranges,   drifting further down
the river of pure fiendish fellowship   
the baptism bellows for more subservience

courtesy opens doors, gets you what
you thought you wanted---   no no  no 
it's in the glimmer of a tie tack- one horizontal bar

beveled silver and brass.....
burnt sienna and peacock yellow 
 red acai berries, diluted at the source   

where  sunbow  river empties
into the mighty columbia    
colliding with the time

blackberries pop sweetness
where you don't look away--
say in your warm brandy voice,  "stay".

hand held bells   tend to ring at the time
when  we thought the kiss was coming   ...
an act of congress--. ..peace provides

creature comforts not found
in any wing of government...so help me,
goddess lives in saline waters.. 

.Kate Lamberg~(c)..all rights reserved...July 13, '13