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Pour it

through your fingers

taste its color

on your tongue

be it raw, or breaded

with salty metaphor.


Take its temperature

on your forehead

then weigh it tenderly


not to put your thumb

on the scale.



©  2017  Betty Hayes Albright 


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In her long climb

she stumbles on memories,

sends them clattering

to the ravine.

She slips on illusions

melting and dripping

like tiny prisms

in need of a light.

But on the sixth day

her true match is struck

and she finally sees:

nothing in heaven is moot.


(c) 1995, 2012  Betty Hayes Albright


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