an isthmus- a long narrow body of land, with water on two sides- connecting two larger bodies of land
melanie walked into cecilia's home
the door was open partially
air filled with patchouli incense
sound reverbing underfoot
all over the deck, folk
tunes blaring, dried flowers strewn
steering a cold afternoon
celebrants festooned in wool
no one's ferrying
to far away forays,
nor performing past life lunges--
but speaking rarely in between cuts
someone said she wanted to be
an isthmus for christmas;
someone else hummed,
"no man is an island"
only in daring dreams
do we give up control's
cross-currency
rock and rolling
cecilia walked into
her home as if
she was entering a dream
every object in the dining room lit,
western sunlight pours
through picture windows;
casts a warm caramel glow
on the honey colored piano
sparkles from holiday
cards glisten
as they stand upright
like cookie cutter soldiers
a cease fire has been announced
even the christmas tree
is breathing more deeply, filling the air
with a greater abundance of oxygen
Kate Lamberg
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