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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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