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background balance beach boulder

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When I cross

your path again

I’ll build a cairn

for you, my friend –

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and all who pass

shall add a stone

and ne’er shall

we be alone.

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© 2019  Betty Hayes Albright 

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(from 1979)

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She paints what is reflected

in tears that are neglected

and laughs at the picture

that she sees.

Still her thoughts become infected

with words that were rejected

and she knows that craziness

comes in degrees.

But the world will stand corrected

when her bones are resurrected

and she asks,

“How did you like my last strip-tease?”

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(c) 1979, 2014  Betty Hayes Albright

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Called the lioness to the eagle,

let me fly with you

to your favorite places –

I long to see them too.

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Sang the eagle to the lioness,

I’ll never have you here.

You’re stuck on terra firma,

gravity has made that clear.

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Called the lioness to the eagle,

then nest down here with me.

You can have the highest branches

in the sapodilla tree.

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Sang the eagle to the lioness,

it’s teeth and claws I fear.

I’m sorry, but the sky is safe

and I must stay up here.

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Called the lioness to the eagle,

It’s safe here on the ground.

My paws have been declawed

and my teeth have been filed down.

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Sang the eagle to the lioness,

your muscles frighten me.

Just one of your embraces

and I would cease to be.

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Called the lioness to the eagle,

you won’t suffer my embrace.

I wouldn’t try to hold you

for I’ve given up the chase.

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Sang the eagle to the lioness,

you’d hypnotize me then .

Your eyes have such charisma

that I’d ne’er be free again.

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Called the lioness to the eagle,

I won’t gaze at you too long.

I could never mesmerize you

for your will is much too strong.

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Sang the eagle to the lioness,

then I will be your friend

in the sapodilla tree

until the sky calls me again.

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Purred the lioness to her heart,

we’ve won his trust this day.

She curled up underneath his wings

and hid desire away.

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© 1982, 2011 Betty Hayes Albright 

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……… (from 1979)

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She paints what is reflected

in the tears that are neglected

and laughs at the picture

that she sees.

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Still her thoughts become infected

with words that were rejected

and she knows that craziness

comes in degrees.

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But the world will stand corrected

when her bones are resurrected

and she asks,

“How did you like my last strip-tease?”

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(c) 1979, 2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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“Down Moon River on a Cement Slab” *

           To Barbara Pierce Morris Seibold   (1947 – 1980)

(Written for my dear friend Barb, who died in the eruption of Mt. St. Helens on May 18, 1980, along with her husband and two children. She always made me laugh, always found the humor in any situation.  This poem was given to her on her 33rd birthday, just two months before she died. It was meant to be a short biography of our long friendship, but it has become more of a memorial celebration of her short life. The last verse was added after she died.) (Added 5/2013: and now another 33 years has flown by….)

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We had a frog called Inky-Dink

until the pond went dry

and it was time

to go to school.

We threw our homework

in the mud

and laughed

Barb (on right) – we were 15.

at Mrs. Eagle-Eye.

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I slammed your finger

in the locker door,

your nail turned

black and blue.

You laughed

and drained it with a pin

that had a different

point of view.

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Then walking home

we yelled at muddy trucks

that splashed our knees

with scum,

and laughing, kicked

fresh Girl Scout cookies

down the street

to spite the crumbs.

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On Saturdays

we shopped downtown,

they couldn’t keep us

on the ground.

I lost you

on the 13th floor

but always heard you laughing

through the elevator door.

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Dick’s fries were still 11 cents

we ate them

in your green corvair

and laughed and sang

to KJR

then chased some boys

but not too far.

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Once on a dare

we broke into

the secret tunnel

beneath the school.

Our stockings snagged

on gurgling pipes

we swore the air grew hotter

but all the time

we laughed our alma mater.

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After senior finals

you threw your gym shoes

from the car.

They landed on a frowning cop

who didn’t want to celebrate.

You laughed

at the $30 fine

and went to graduate.

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One day we met

with shining rings

and home grown bellies

laughing at the years gone by.

We drove to show

a favorite teacher

how we’d learned to multiply.

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added a few months later, after Barb died in the eruption of Mt. St. Helens:

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No roadblocks ever

held you back

how could you know St. Helen’s

would have heartburn on that day?

She belched,

I felt the earth shake

when you died

and all was ash.

But somehow

from deep inside

I know you’ll have the final laugh.

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© 1979, 1980,

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*  Title comes from the time a DJ on the radio said, “And now we’re gonna float down moon river on a cement slab” as he spun the popular song “Moon River”. We laughed till we cried. (Guess you would’ve had to be there. 🙂 )

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