.
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.
.
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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