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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