Sunday, October 16, 2016

wind storm quatrain

a junco in the broken eucalyptus
finds its voice in the wind’s suspended 4th chord—

I’m turning, turning away from jagged rain;
the crow just pecks, pecks in the emerald grass

Jack Hayes
© 2016

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