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beautiful blooming blossom botanical

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From a seed

dropped by a crow

at the bottom of a rockery

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it rises tall

and sturdy now

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with Fibonacci spirals

and a halo of gold.

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I wonder

if passersby see

the scintillating glow –

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or just a wistful shadow

nodding across their path.

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(c) 1999, 2019  Betty Hayes Albright

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(Photo by Lukas, Pexels.com)

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Poem from 20 years ago, never published…. 

Still hoping to catch up with everyone soon!

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We are tuna fish

breathing the sea,

oblivious to mayo and toast.

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We are cocoa

in the hot southern bean,

our proof is not yet in the pudding.

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We are tomato

bulging acid in red sun,

unsuspecting the BLT.

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We are lettuce leaf

photosynthesized,

ignorant of a thousand islands.

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We are potato,

white jewel buried in soil

unconscious of sour cream and chives.

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We are yeast,

multiplying dark spaces

waiting to be kneaded.

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(c) 1996, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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(a re-post)

 

 

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Washing dishes,

longing out the window

at trees

when suddenly the ends

of the universe touch

like the tips of white wings

and I’m there at that center

where nothing exists

but a soapy plate

and the clear hot water

rinsing it clean.  

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©  2012, 2015  Betty Hayes Albright 

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(re-posted from 2012)

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We are tuna fish

breathing the sea,

oblivious to mayo and toast.

.

We are cocoa

in the hot southern bean,

our proof is not yet in the pudding.

.

We are tomato

bulging acid in red sun,

unsuspecting the BLT.

.

We are lettuce leaf

photosynthesized,

ignorant of a thousand islands.

.

We are potato,

white jewel buried in soil

unconscious of sour cream and chives.

.

We are yeast,

multiplying dark spaces

waiting to be kneaded.

.

(c) 1996, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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.

We are tuna fish

breathing the sea,

oblivious to mayo and toast.

.

We are cocoa

in the hot southern bean,

our proof is not yet in the pudding.

.

We are tomato

bulging acid in red sun,

unsuspecting the BLT.

.

We are lettuce leaf

photosynthesized,

ignorant of a thousand islands.

.

We are potato,

white jewel buried in soil

unconscious of sour cream and chives.

.

We are yeast,

multiplying dark spaces

waiting to be kneaded.

.

(c) 1996, 2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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