Lawrence Ave Epithalamic Octet
(5/2/17)
planted
inside the lot’s roofless Saab, bamboo
lifts
multiple arms through drizzle, a gesture
that
might be ecstatic—inside the warehouse
a
violin concerto glissades through scales
as
if the strings were thawing ice—deflated
red
basketball lies under the sculptural
rhododendrons—gray
sedan wears petals for
this
afternoon’s nuptials of rain & pavement
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Greenwich Ave Spring Mysteries Octet
(5/3/17)
bee
drone like spasmodic coughs in the faded
andromeda
bells; Ganesha lifts his one
right
hand—something never seen in nature—in
an
act of blessing: a statue leaned against
raised
beds with sun-bleached flamingos & teapots;
how
bewildering the dogwood’s coral pink
inflorescence
isn’t really a flower;
these
scattered cherry petals smell like the sea
Jack Hayes
© 2017
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