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betty 1971



we danced to our favorite

solo of drums

till Keith turned on

Folsom Prison Blues

and we dosey-doed

in a square-dance spoof,

Tom’s arm


but feeling no pain,

for we couldn’t see

through the smoke in the room

and we would be young forever.


When the haze finally cleared

to reveal gray hairs

we still felt the beat


as butterflies —

and it’s not really bad

being older.



© 1992, 2019 Betty Hayes Albright


(Re-post, reminiscing about the good old days, Iron Butterfly’s hit song “In a Gadda da Vida”, and Johnny Cash’s “Folsom Prison Blues”.)


Blurry photo from 1971 (age 24), taken at an outdoor rock concert at Seattle Center. 

Dig the hat!  😊  

(I’m pushing a stroller with 6 month old son sleeping inside. He happens to be 48 today. Geez, time flies….)


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Arlie & Wagon (2)


I dreamed

he was a little boy again,

sitting in his red wagon

waiting for a ride


but he talked

like a wise, old man

and showed me a scroll

of his life –


diagrams, notations

I couldn’t understand.


“I’m shifting manually

through the cosmos,”

he said.


I woke

with an ageless song

playing in my head.



©  2018  Betty Hayes Albright


*This was an actual dream, early this morning, about my late son, Arlie.  I jotted down his words, not fully understanding them at the time.  Later, when I told his older brother about the dream he agreed: only Arlie would say something like that.


Arlie & Jason (2)

Arlie on left, and big bro Jason.

Both photos taken in 1976.



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Skipping Stones cover


“Skipping Stones” is now available on Amazon.com,  (https://tinyurl.com/yccscdzk)  and Barnes & Noble!  

Many thanks to Thomas and Ethel Davis at Four Windows Press, and to Lauren Scott and Candice Daquin for their cover reviews. 


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Time Out


They leak outIMG_5538

from the calendar –

seconds, minutes lost.

They steal away

into the fog

and freeze to winter’s frost.


I close my eyes

and there’s an hour

missing from the day.

It turned into

a floppy kite

and spring blew it away.



through my fingers

another day has gone,



from summer’s placid pond.


And soon a year

has fallen

bright confetti on the ground

and I wonder

if we’ll ever have

the time to just slow down.



© 1992, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright


(….and another 26 years has flown by since writing this….)


(a re-post)

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Earth freezes

when the comet

spreads his tail

like a dove.

She covers tiny trees

against the frost

and watches

till the fan of indigo

folds and disappears.

Once in a lifetime

or a thousand years

it matters not,

she’ll know him

by his steel blue

when he comes again.




(c) 1996, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright


(a re-post, revised)

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I’ll see you

in each color

of the rainbow

inside a bubble


on the sea.


I’ll find you

on the wing

of a hummingbird

or at the bottom

of a spot

of tea.


I’ll meet you

in the middle

of an Oreo


on the edges

of a rhyme.


I’ll love you

at the tip

of the hour hand


on the backside

of time.



© 1981, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright 


(Written in 1981,

first posted here in 2012.

And the years keep flying by. 🙂 )


Thank you to “Own Shadow“, for reading through my archives and suggesting it be put up again.


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After the fire plays,

after he’s gone

she leaves her heart

in ashes

nestled on the bed

and slips outside

to bury time

in earth

where it belongs.


And sometimes

there’s a spark

when her trowel

hits a rock

and she smiles

at the thought

of that blazing

stand of man

and how she became

a goddess

when he touched her

with his flame.



(c) 1996, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright


(re-post from 2012, revised)

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