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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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You call me tree

but what is that to me?

My name is green

in the summer

when the zephyr fondles me.

In winter

I am bare-branch

dancing against a fat sky.

I am home to tiny things

you choose not to see.

I am ancient

unless you chop me down

with your ax

and turn me into wall

or chair

or totem pole.

I like that one

for then you see

my many faces

and I see all of yours

and someday

when you look

the other way

I shall name you.

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© 2014, 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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