Monday, March 6, 2017

preliminary sandy blvd octet

one cirrus cloud refracting pink & green, west;
who’ll tell its story when I’m no longer here?

you will; but it’s already been absorbed in
that gray cloud using the sun for a headlight—

so many raindrops fleck the mirror glass, &
one bullet hole & my walking reflection—

so much traffic along the boulevard’s slant,
& I alone am escaped to tell the tale

Jack Hayes
© 2017

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