(5/11/17)
for
Sandy
all
day you speak inside me: this gentle rain
whispering
kisses to the leaves & birch trees
nodding
yes—catkins scattered on the sidewalk,
they’ve
given it all up to the elements—
these
dogwoods nodding yes & yes again, pink
hands
open to what the sky has to offer—
train
pulling out of Prescott Station chiming
nothing
so clear as your clear voice speaking yes
Jack Hayes
© 2017
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