(2/2/17)
on the one hand, scissors
with Thulian pink
grip, a single hole punch;
on the other hand,
a condenser mic on black
& chrome tripod—
wind from the gorge strews
papers across the lot,
cedar boughs swirl
frenetic & the one gull
dives & swoops from
roof peak to green concrete blocks
surrounding the
dumpster—right in front of me:
chord chart for a waltz
that will never be waltzed
Jack Hayes
© 2017
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