Steven Lambke

If Steven Lambke were a bird he’d be a Zeppelin,
If Steven Lambke saw you wave he’d say “hello”,
If Steven Lambke was a silence he’d be kept in,
If he wanted you to “swing” he’d tell you so,
If Steven Lambke were a song he’d be a shepherd,
If Steven Lambke were a word he’d be a bone,
If Steven Lambke was a light he’d call it Shary,
If Steven Lambke were an ocean made of stone,
If Steven Lambke found a fiddle in a jail cell,
He’d play the bars like an American drum,
If he stood beside a dog he’d call it weather,
If he thought for him to speak then it would come,
If a hundred days should pass within his lifetime,
He might sketch a hundred dusk for you to see,
If a hundred days should pass yet somehow different,
He might bloom a purple flower for a bee,
If a road should go from one place to another,
And a vine should almost surely do the same,
He might look out at the crow among the milk wheat,
He might carry many boxes to the train,
If Steven Lambke were a coat he’d be the first one,
If Steven Lambke were an end he’d be a stop,
If Steven Lambke held his chin down to the bottom
The yellow hairs up on his head would be the top.
– Daniel Romano