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      With apologies to Carl Sandburg*


Love wears no shoes.

It uncoils barefoot

in the sand

and wiggles

like a slinky

between bare souls

playing in the waves

as it arcs

from skin to skin

across the shore.



(c)  1995, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright


*Carl Sandburg wrote a poem with this same title, which has the following line:

“There is a pair of shoes love wears and the coming is a mystery.” 

(I beg to disagree. 🙂 )


(a re-post, revised)



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As the long legs of fall

chase squirrels

across my lawn

flickers whistle warning,

while I

(still barefoot)

run through the leaves


the south-bent sun.



© 1992, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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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 on top of the tower

of what-is-to-be

his hands melted free

from the clock.


(c) 1995, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright

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(A children’s poem, written in high school, 1965)


Shoes won’t let the sunshine in

and so I take them off and laugh,

I fling them on the nearest rock

and run pell-mell across the grass.


Shoes disguise the ground, you see,

each step feels just the same

on dirt, the sandy beach, the rocks

and even walking in the rain.


It doesn’t bother me at all

if thistles stick or stingers sting,

I’d rather be barefoot with ouch!

than never to feel anything.


(c) 1965, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright


(c) 1973  Published by Graded Press in “Three/Four” Magazine (for children)


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