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      With apologies to Carl Sandburg*

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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.

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(c)  1995, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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*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. 🙂 )

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(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

saluting

the south-bent sun.

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© 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.

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(c) 1995, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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(c) 1965, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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

 

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