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(Revised from a 1976 poem.)

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Beyond the unforgiving

core of gravity

she births herself

through molten rock

and hard-pan crust

into the atmosphere

above the rant

of storms,

the burning bush,

the moon and sun

and spin of stars

far beyond

the fabled edges

of the universe

no longer up or down

but circling straight

into the riddle

of her Self.

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© 2013, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

 

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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.

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(c) 1996, 2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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Without Roots

(c) B. Albright 2011

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South winds

push the great fir

to mortal degree,

its many arms thrashing

in dark circles,

its body twisted in deep groan.

And I would be that bird

 perched white at the top;

 I’d play the storm

 swaying in brave arcs

 without roots.

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(c) 1995 Betty Hayes Albright

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