.
Capricious one
I often wonder
if in truth
our hearts grow fonder
.
longing for
the agate blue
of sky-reflecting
drops of dew,
.
of simple pleasures
on the skin
and tender truths
to wrap us in
.
fine threads of wisdom
knit with choices
weaving through
those distant voices
.
firing up
our tender hopes
while mating in
kaleidoscopes.
.
Then shall we
consummate the sun?
I wonder,
oh capricious one.
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© 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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