(Portland, Oregon, August 2016)
blighted leaves fringing sky, the ash trees
catch dazzling glints above the river—
no other life at this moment: Steel
Bridge casts violet shadows on ripples—
buddleja blossoms draw a golden
hum of bees but not one butterfly—
a fish breaks open the black water,
vanishes: such brief transit through light
Jack Hayes
© 2016
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