Monday, December 19, 2016

Two Octets from a Thursday

williams ave octet #3

next to parked cars, ruby coneflower petals,
white snakeroot shaking low in gusts, striped pale sedge—

puddles long as your hand on a black picnic
table under its folded pistachio

umbrella—in a sea green ceramic pot
ornamental cabbage & pansies unfold—

a slap tagged fire hydrant more orange than
red: color unquenched amidst this blank rainfall

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thursday inventory octet

camomile tea steeping in a red mug; rain
plashing against south windows, four yukon golds,

two plantains (one still green) in a wooden bowl, Monk’s
solo take on Darn that Dream, jagged,

hesitant, digressive; this albuterol
inhaler; black backpack with broken zippers;

view of the avenue’s orange foliage;
shikimi’s berries glistening; a future

Jack Hayes
© 2016


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