Monday, December 12, 2016

political octet #2


yellow leaves & crushed paper cups in curbside
puddles; under her red umbrella someone

waits on a bus; in a doorway someone leans
on his walker; black wheelchair exits the bus,

another boards: someone in dripping poncho;
rain follows gravity into the river;

cars follow the interstate’s contours, broken lines:
unweeping morning, invisible people

Jack Hayes
© 2016

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