Grace

She plugged up her passion

with a bone cork

and Earth became

a rocking jug

with aching sides

and tears

that leaked through cracks,

and there was naught

but a dry, brown light

across the sky.

And when the gods saw

they cursed

and pulled loose the stopper

grinding it to dust

with their fists.

Earth shuddered

and in her head

was a roar

of steam and lightning –

and an endless  spray

of love undamned.

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(c)  1995, 2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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