Monday, March 27, 2017

Vancouver Ave Fairy-Tale Octet

cherry branches cold forged in that white streetlight:
metallic, sure, but a galvanized finish—

wrong time of the month for an 8 o’clock moon,
wrong season for twilight; crabapple’s budding

maroon though: blood pricked in a kindermärchen
promise in the last glimpse of the west’s blue eyes

before sleeping—such a long time—that other
streetlight might shine off the cedar’s highest bough

Jack Hayes
© 2017

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