for Colby
five paperwhite blooms, their star faces open,
exhale April as winter’s needle rain glints
silver through amber lights—last night’s time machine:
Orion’s scintillation over unleafed
maple boughs & breath’s quick clouds at a walk’s end;
tonight, cold water from an aluminum
cup, the diode’s glow filtered through lampshade’s web:
procession of peace through loss & regaining
Jack Hayes
© 2016
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