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 carmens 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 mountain"
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 mind for another milenium-
while up listening to the talking heads---no longer disembodied--
we lean towards a more peaceful resolution--
as saris fly in in the face of grave diggers,
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
katya's black eyed susies~photo by katyajo.(c)~all rights reserved~ '13
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