Wednesday, October 26, 2016

interstate avenue octet #2

defunct bowling alley fringed with camellias
& cyclone fence: the avenue’s not quiet—

a shovel scraping birch leaves off the sidewalk,
a train’s heavy metal commotion under

electrified wires & the steel cloud vortex;
traffic’s inarticulate fiberglass sigh—

crow has its say, flaps off the power pole as

I wait for this walk sign to flash white again

Jack Hayes
© 2016

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