brings us to our feet, exploring the soft damp
grasses, wildflowers, tending to our selves,
we see new openings of faith--through
cubby holes, rabbit holes...rabbit go
run on down to the local elm tree
water hole--where lovely rabbit rousers
like to go after midnight and hang their rabbit ears,
just so...along the housatonic river
flowing all night--and into the first cracks of morning--
the light misting in through queen anne's lace- her tresses
rumpled by being on the rumble seat- the morgan
powered by choruses of "go tell it on the mountan"
stained with plum juice and cookie crumbs-
-for being in charge of one's self-
is an awesome responsibility-
-proposition deposition sensibilities wired
on high- demonstrative rearranging-
testing the core of the uranimum for another milenium-
while up listening to the talking heads---no longer disembodied--
we lean towards a more peaceful resolution--
as saris fly on the graveyard shift--at 7-11,
when one can always get nourished--for more than a regular grocery store--
how the convenience is killing us right and left~
Kate Lamberg..all rights reserved (c) '13
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