Her Daisies to Love
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Painted Rainbow
The matrix of black and white dots rise to heaven and become rainbows. Yes sir she had mentioned to me with her fingers in an upward movement against the sky. Another explanation she happened to share in her made up way of relating. Taking a bite of my sandwich I hesitated for a moment remembering that thought. She did have a point come to think of it. You see those steps in the distance brought back that memory. Seeing things in black and white all the time I suppose that’s why the rainbow exists. It’s a song we make up and sing about. Readying to ascend that mountain inside everyone’s heart. Like voices in the distance ringing forth through the opened windows of a building. The breeze becomes a soft touch on my face as I listen. She would say I have a painted rainbow now. Copyright S.Kamber
2023
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Her Daisies to Love
You might begin to think of the darkness as her earth brown and green. She...who mines a vastitude of daisies. And all things that grow tall and bend from the wind. The brilliance of colors turned on stars. In the night sky shaken. Dropping lights. So you can see her cut out yellow daisies. She placed in a mint green vase. The perfumes intent, To find us mingling because we inhale. The apples and peaches juiced. Poured into two gold tinged glasses to savor. A drunken potion remains a stain on her lips to kiss. Her daisies to love. Copyright S. Kamber
2023
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