Friday, November 4, 2016

killingsworth st octet

pavements’ fragmented black mirror casting back
street signs’ geometry these tree limbs’ Rorschach—

sidewalk tables glazed with red leaves & drizzle;

Asian market’s clapboards & bent tin chimney—

black tupelo’s upsweep into liquid air
where flocked crows inscribe your name in black & white—

train cascades past the stop’s corrugated roof:
as afternoon falls I’ve been turned inside out

Jack Hayes
© 2016

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