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We are tuna fish
breathing the sea,
oblivious to mayo and toast.
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We are cocoa
in the hot southern bean,
our proof is not yet in the pudding.
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We are tomato
bulging acid in red sun,
unsuspecting the BLT.
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We are lettuce leaf
photosynthesized,
ignorant of a thousand islands.
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We are potato,
white jewel buried in soil
unconscious of sour cream and chives.
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We are yeast,
multiplying dark spaces
waiting to be kneaded.
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(c) 1996, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post)
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“…and we our feathers floating in the wind…not knowing where we’ll land…” so much enjoyed your verse!
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And I enjoyed your comment. Thank you, Charlie. 😁
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The use of tuna and proofing and cocoa I felt the birth and Mandela of this so accutely
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Thanks very much, Candice – I hadn’t thought of it in terms of a Mandela but you’re right. Your vision of this poem exceeded my own. 😊
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I love it when that happens, when a reader or listener understands a layer I wasn’t even aware of while writing.
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Me too! 😊
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Not at all – I’m deeply moved by your ability as a poet – in times of hardship we write out our best which seems so wrong on one level and so natural and understandable on another. You know how to elevate meaning. I simply appreciate your result
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And I appreciate that! Thank you, Candice.
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We are stardust , we are golden 🤗💗
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….and we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden… I love that song! 😁
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Me too sorry, I just couldn’t resist 💜💝
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Well, it fits the poem perfectly. Thank you Willow! 🌟🌞⭐🌠
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So cleverly done, and yes it got me thinking!
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Thank you, Jennifer! Glad you liked it. 😊
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The potato verse was my favorite, but all were delicious.
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Thank you, Carolin – am glad you enjoyed!
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If someday I happen onto a rainbow pooling in a mist from a waterfall alive with light filtered through trees larger than any found on earth, I expect Betty Hayes Albright to be there sitting on a great anthracite stone, smiling.
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Such a poetic comment, Thomas – and I would love to be there, sitting on that anthracite stone in such surroundings. Thank you again, my friend.
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