Monday, October 31, 2016

mississippi ave octet

bicycle wheel with derailer lashed to a
fence; above, mare’s tails east, mackerel sky west—

I’ve been here before: the japanese maple’s
fragile hands, a lace-knit sweater worn baggy—

blank reverse face of street signs against the sky:
an empty paper cup on a bus stop bench—

bare hawthorn propped up by a crooked steel post;
late sun’s long fingers nearly long as yours

Jack Hayes
© 2016

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