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She takes in the street,
its rain-polished gleam
of high wet shadows,
of tall crows in bare trees.
Cupping her hands
she gathers a reflection
draws it to her lips
and drinks.
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(c) 1992, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged Crows, Gaia, nature, poem, Poetry, rain, storm, street, Trees, umbrella on October 30, 2017| 28 Comments »
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She takes in the street,
its rain-polished gleam
of high wet shadows,
of tall crows in bare trees.
Cupping her hands
she gathers a reflection
draws it to her lips
and drinks.
.
.
(c) 1992, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
.
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged Crows, rain, storms, streets, Trees, umbrella on October 4, 2011| 6 Comments »
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She becomes the street,
the rain-polished gleam
of high wet shadows,
of tall crows in bare trees.
Cupping her hands
she gathers up the storm
and drinks.
.
.
(c) 1992, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright