as dust swirls below our feet
we watch words forming
a myriad of messages
release the noose we have created
for comfort breathes in relaxed breezes
clearing the decks of cards unneeded
we sway to syncopated jazz.
chilling the heat stuck on a broken record
one hot day in yankee stadium
where a brief rain brings solace
bringing us on our feet, forgiven,-
records replaced by cassettes
less dust to collect, more organic space
for castanetes move us to a new beat
uncovering souls-- dust surrendering
Kate Lamberg
4/18/12
If you propose to speak, always ask yourself, is it true, is it necessary, is it kind.
--Buddha--
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