Thursday, March 16, 2017

Absence In Oregon Park Octet

green iridescence, brown mottling in steelgray
rainlight, the mallards wade into the puddle,

discover it’s just that; at some point fallen
sweet gum pods & fir needles will merge in brown

soil—for now that metal slide draining water,
unoccupied blue & yellow see-saws, two crows

calling from high above as sky unravels—
years we haven’t been together, these days, hours

Jack Hayes
© 2017

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