Comet

The evening froze

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as if the comet

lost its tail.

I covered tiny trees

against the frost

and watched the light

spear through the sky.

Once in a lifetime

or a thousand years

it doesn’t matter -

I’ll know him when

he comes again.

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(c) Betty Hayes Albright

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In Dreams

(Another repost from August)

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In dreams you know

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the who of me.

You press me to your chest

like a missing rib, bare

and white.

You breathe into my lungs -

your blood is fire

in my veins.

The visions in my heart

are your visions.

The toil of your brow

fills my cup.

We melt secrets

between our lines.

In dreams you know

the why of me

and I know the everywhere

of you.

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(c) Betty Hayes Albright

Photo was taken of a mug given to me by a dear friend many years ago.

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Biding

He could climb

a rock-cold mountain,

guard lost lambs

on faceless cliffs

     and I would circle,

     holding warm his earth.

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And he could carve his image

into a totem pole

of selves on top of selves

     and I would kiss

     the tower of rising heads.

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And he could blow new colors

from his hemlock pipe

     and I would paint them

     on my cheeks

          as we peel back

          the many masks of God.

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(c) Betty Hayes Albright

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To Hop a Train

She finds the old footprints,

follows them past mothers

with splashing children,

past men and dogs

chasing sticks in waves,

past the log

where he changed the lens

in his camera.

She follows them

to virgin beach

where shells aren’t broken

and shadows sleep wet

under rocks.

And there she sinks

into warm sand

and counts lost ships

Edmonds, Washington

circling in the strait:

Where has my Captain gone,

she wonders,

Where’s my compass now?

The Amtrak knows.

It rumbles south

with a woulda-coulda-shoulda

echoing down the track.

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(c) Betty Hayes Albright

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Syzygy

Like webs, their orbits

cross and weave

matching pinpoints

sparking fires

to touch again

to blend their lights.

Conjunctions build

the brighter star

and rubbing nodes,

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their souls ascend

passing through

the moon’s caress -

and in the rising

of two suns

one wheeling sky

will be twice blest.

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(c) Betty Hayes Albright

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Future Presence

(c) Betty Hayes Albright

It opened up –

a hole in time

and looking through

she saw it all:

sun-cotton weddings

in the shade

of outstretched trees;

eyes in deep lock;

bare feet

dusted with dance;

fingers

caressing a priority.

She saw the flashes

of rice and bells,

and in the tower

of what-is-to-be

she watched his hands melt

from the clock.

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(c) 1995 Betty Hayes Albright

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In Dreams

In Dreams

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In dreams you know

the who of me.

You press me to your chest

like a missing rib, bare

and white.

You breathe into my lungs;

your blood is fire

in my veins.

The visions in my heart

are your visions.

The toil of your brow

fills my cup.

We melt secrets

between our limbs.

In dreams you know

the why of me

and I know the everywhere

of you.

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~ (c) Betty Hayes Albright

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