(just another oldie – revised)
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Her roots are caught
in rock-bound earth
but her dreams coil up
the weathered trunk
of an old elm tree.
Higher,
yet higher
they weave through branches
seeking the sun
till finally one dawn
they burst from containment
calling the name
of a lover in flight
on the edges
of all that could be.
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(c) 1996, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
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(image from free clip art file)