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Time is no straight line,
it is a serpent
crossing the room sideways
like a glance.
It burns rubber
careening
around every corner
tossing irony,
like bits of confetti
into our pockets.
Time dances a circle
around the fire of desire
then churns out to sea
on a wave of kelp,
unraveling one dream
weaving another.
It flip flops
in crazy eights,
bounces like a rubber ball
on a hot sidewalk
reflecting all angles
oblique and acute
but always right.
At its best
time is a spiral
lifting our vision
until the end
when it shrinks into a dot
in the palm of our hand,
and with one breath
blows us away
into the heart of forever.
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© 2014, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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A simple thing
to scatter his ashes
one would think
but Mt. Rainier
will never be
the same.
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© 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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Image of Mt. Rainier from Wikipedia Commons
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She burrows under
leaves and twigs
slides past thorn
and nettle
chews through
her own roots
to mate with worms
where the soil is dark
and sweet.
Earth fills her ears
with lullabies
and she sleeps
sealed
in tomorrow’s rose.
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(c) 1992, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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Do you remember
silver man,
when we were two wings
flying one dream
beneath warm quilts?
One night
I couldn’t breathe
and tore the covers off
when you couldn’t fathom
the unseen and threw
your pillow down.
We rolled
from the edges
of the bed
and let the feathers
settle
into the spread of time.
Still now and then
one catches my eye
floating to the floor.
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(c) 1993, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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I hear it sing
through the kitchen window
your old wind chime
its long weathered pipes
clanging across the wetlands
echoing up the hillside.
You wave to me now
smiling
from the crest
of a mighty gale
roaring through the heavens
and away.
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© 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(For my late son Arlie, who would be turning 45 on July 29th)
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She prayed to the gods,
“let me make love
to the trees in your forest”
but the gods were silent.
And so she implored them again
“let me couple with the creek
that sings through your valley,
bear me up
to embrace your mountains,
cradle me down
to mate with the sea”
but again the gods were silent.
And once more she cried out
with trembling heart,
“grant me consummation
with the universe this night!”
And once more
the gods were silent
but this time
they sent to her
a shaman,
one who was desiring
the same.
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(c) 1995, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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Tight-clenched bud
lets go
its knotty grip
and rigid reveries
.
yields its petals
to the pull
of sunlight
through the trees
.
all the while
Gaia smiles
and sends for
honeybees.
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(c) 1977, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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