Monday, May 29, 2017

Night Sky Poetics Octet

for Sheila

white rind of an eye: crescent moon’s curving gaze;
that cedar has turned into a shadow, those

parking strip iris turn white blossoms skyward—
what else should they look at? one golden planet

unblinking in this evening’s indigo
membrane must catch a glimpse of kousa dogwood’s

multiple inflorescent eyes looking back;
nightfall's elements reading nightfall's poem

Jack Hayes
© 2017

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