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After the fire plays,

after he’s gone

she leaves her heart

in ashes

nestled on the bed

and slips outside

to bury time

in earth

where it belongs.

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And sometimes

there’s a spark

when her trowel

hits a rock

and she smiles

at the thought

of that blazing

stand of man

and how she became

a goddess

when he touched her

with his flame.

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(c) 1996, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright

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She whittles

on a block

of solitude

until it’s gone

and pieces lie

about her feet

and slivers

bleed her hands

carving

out another poem

that only he

will understand.

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(c) 1995, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright

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She stifled her passion

with a bone cork

and Earth became

a rocking jug

with aching sides

and tears that leaked

through cracks

and there was naught

but a dry brown light

across the sky.

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The gods looked down

and cursed.

They pulled loose the plug

and ground it to dust

with flying fists

until Earth trembled

and roared

its mountainous heat

into the sky

in a billowing boundless fount

of love un-damned.

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(c)  1995, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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Bring me quick water

swifting down mountains

falling, falling

through the steep canyons

and I’ll fill my chalice.

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Bring me slow water

teasing through sand

carving the dunes

and where the tide flows

I will follow.

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Bring me rain water

storming through trees

I’ll toss my umbrella

up to the wind

and we’ll watch it dance.

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Bring me frozen water

sweet flakes

veiling my face

then marry me to the sky

and I’ll wear white.

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Bring me deep water

in a well of sapphire glances

and I’ll toss in

a coy wish

to kiss your mystery.

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© 2013, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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A taste of wild berries

of manna

falling through trees

of earth and light

ladled into deep bowls

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sweet fruit

of last night’s dream

now ripe

come break this endless fast.

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(c) 1997, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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She prayed to the gods,

“let me make love

to the trees in your forest”

but the gods were silent.

And so she implored them again

“let me couple with the creek

that sings through your valley,

bear me up

to embrace your mountains,

cradle me down

to mate with the sea”

but again the gods were silent.

And once more she cried out

with trembling heart,

“grant me consummation

with the universe this night!”

And once more

the gods were silent

but this time

they sent to her

a shaman,

one who was desiring

the same.

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(c) 1995, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright

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When she called his name

to the north wind

it roared

through the trees

and made her winter green.

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When she called his name

to the mountainside

it rose

up the ridge

like a fever.

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When she called his name

to the racing sky

it echoed

like a dozen geese

searching for a season.

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When she called his name

to the ocean

it churned

to salt butter

on her toast.

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When she called his name

to a sliver of moon

it hung like a lamp

on the dark side

of doubt

and this time she knew

that he heard.

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(c) 1995, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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(a re-post from 2013)

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