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our.

It’s one more slippery

snow-white day

when every bird

has stolen away

.

except for one

in the old elm tree

who watches my window.

But does he see me,

.

or just the reflection

of love left behind?

I blow him a kiss

through the half-opened blind.

.

And as each new season

transfigures our view

perhaps he won’t mind

that I’m watching him too.

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© 2017  Betty Hayes Albright 

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Her roots are coiled

in rock-bound earth

but her dreams circle up

the ancient trunk

of a sworn elm tree.

She winds

through the branches,

bursts from submission

and cries out the name

of a lover in flight

on the edge

of all that could be.

.

(c)  1996,  2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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Music carved the walls

of his cave

while his lathe

spun out bowls

from the old elm tree.

She held one to her lips

and sipped the brew

of smooth intention

 .

and his music swelled the tunnels

and the caverns

of her heart

as she swayed to his tempo

while he penned his poetry.

 .

But the day came

when the music stopped

and there rose a wall

of silent drums

when all the words fell flat

.

and there had never been

such a deafening quietude

nor had she ever known

such a glorious ache.

.

(c) 2011, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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