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He could climb

a rock-cold mountain,

guard lost lambs

on faceless cliffs

and she would circle round

to warm his earth.

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And he could carve his image

into a totem pole

of selves

on top of selves

and she would kiss the tower

of rising heads.

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And he could blow new colors

from his hemlock pipe

and she would paint them

on her cheeks

while he peeled back

the many masks

of God.

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(c) 1995, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright

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(a re-post – formerly “Biding”)

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Re-Union

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Deep in the folds

of the flannel of night

we hear the drums call

     ba ba bum, ba ba boom

Our eyes open wide

as we chew through the shackles

and dance the light free,

     ba ba bum, ba ba boom

Up the spiral we climb,

our candles held high

to shatter the gloom,

     ba ba bum, ba ba boom

At the top we leap clear

of gravity’s hold

on the edge of our words,

     ba ba bum, ba ba boom

We land on the sun

where we tear off the masks

and meet our true selves –

    Ba  Ba  Bum,  Ba Ba Boom !

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© 1993, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright

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He could climb

a rock-cold mountain,

guard lost lambs

on faceless cliffs

and she would circle round

to warm his earth.

 .

And he could carve his image

into a totem pole

of selves on top of selves

and she would kiss

the tower of rising heads.

 .

And he could blow new colors

from his hemlock pipe

and she would paint them

on her cheeks

as he peeled back

the many masks

of God.

 .

(c) 1995, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright

.

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