Thursday, April 6, 2017

That Sunday Octet

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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