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Time is no straight line,

it is a serpent

crossing the room sideways

like a glance.

It burns rubber


around every corner

tossing irony,

like bits of confetti

into our pockets.

Time dances a circle

around the fire of desire

then churns out to sea

on a wave of kelp,

unraveling one dream

weaving another.

It flip flops

in crazy eights,

bounces like a rubber ball

on a hot sidewalk

reflecting all angles

oblique and acute

but always right.

At its best

time is a spiral

lifting our vision

until the end

when it shrinks into a dot

in the palm of our hand,

and with one breath

blows us away

into the heart of forever.


© 2014, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright


(a re-post)


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 Where white is black

and dark is light

it’s hard to remember

that day is night,

and skies are orange

and trees grow red

and mirrors reflect

the words unsaid.

Where apples are pickles

and lemons taste sweet

we wear shoes on our hands

and play bridge with our feet,

and left becomes right

and the right is all wrong

and giants fall down

and the weak become strong.

Where fantasy’s real

and living’s a dream

time travels backward,

things aren’t what they seem,

and when you dance frigid

in vacuous space

cold shoulders are really

a fiery embrace.


(c) 1991, 2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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