Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged escape, fantasy, freight train, full moon, night time, poem, Poetry, train on May 17, 2017| 23 Comments »
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What is it about
the wailing
train at night?
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I would hop
a car with just enough
hay to make a pillow
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lie there swaying
full moon strobing
through the open doors
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can’t tell if it churns
north or south
I’m just passing through.
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© 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Poetry 1970's, tagged Beloved, escape, flying, homing pigeon, spirituality, Trees, wings on November 4, 2011| 10 Comments »
(an old one from the ’70’s)
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Fly, homing pigeon –
high above effects,
blood-stained battlegrounds,
crackling casinos,
robbers of graves,
the sweating of small stuff.
Ready, aim, soar
above the tallest tree
to the mountain top.
Fly home, Beloved –
your wings were made for this.
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(c) 1978, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
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