.
Her roots are coiled
in rock-bound earth
but her dreams curl up
the mossy trunk
of an old elm tree.
Higher, yet higher
they weave through branches
seeking more sun
till finally one dawn
they burst from containment
calling the name
of a lover in flight
on the edges
of all that can be.
.
(c) 1996, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
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