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#1
the two benches simply
boards laid across stumps
in cedar wood chips &
the pale shaggy grass
leaning south—in one
raised bed sprouting beet greens,
a single kohlrabi,
parsley, tarragon
long since gone past;
nothing but emerald curl
of scallions in the next
under a staked sign
rain has nearly erased;
fence made of pallets:
spray painted letters,
illegible designs
#2
wood rocking horse at the
porch corner behind
white spindle balusters;
on the lawn, yucca
blades slump above brick
walkways; golden rain tree
holds its hollow pods out
of reach, ironwood’s
coriaceous leaves hang
lower as buds rise,
leafless paperbark maple
stretches branches
into power lines—single
crow flying first
southeast across blue
veers due south into gray
Jack Hayes
© 2017
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