looking through a pile of papers

“Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.” -- Ralph Waldo Emerson


while looking through a pile of papers

i found a poem from last summer
it was needing editing- had coffee
stains-appearing like round brown orbs

still  i could make out the words-
a cascading of hot
jarring raspberry jam

written in blue cursive haste
my life, becoming a russian
roulette- of copy and paste

Kate Lamberg
11/21/12