lily
magnolias open their wounded
hearts
all over town—I watched them morning &
afternoon;
it's true the water bottle stood
almost
invisible in light filtering
through
that big window; as you suggested, white
cherry
blossoms turn voluble right now, I’d
like
to translate their language: word after word
unfurling,
falling, petals from a white cup
Jack Hayes
© 2017
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