Wednesday, February 22, 2017

octet through a #4 bus window


there's no pattern to the raindrops unless you
look for it—rhododendron overhanging

that moss-fraught retaining wall seems heavy though;
one crow flies over an empty parking lot,

school children clustered in blue, yellow, red,
purple raincoats wait for the light, one clutching

a floral umbrella; no one on park swings:
black ripples along the curb run this way too

Jack Hayes
© 2017

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