(6/19/17)
for Sandy
you
& I talking over coffee, bench swing
rocking
between sun & shade, the motionless
bicycle
pinwheel in the garden, foxglove
flashes
white facing east, purple facing west--
spider
silk strung from the paperbark maple
to
the rhododendron glistens, a live wire
vanishes
as we turn our heads; such is light:
meanwhile
we’ve each turned up in the other’s eyes
◦
daylilies
blossom in an orange circle
ahead
of today’s heat; the future happens:
that
frame hammock streaked with the ginkgo's shadow,
a
rusted songbird’s mute note on the latticed
fence
rail, that glass sun with curved black metal rays
&
face; clematis twines on a bamboo pole,
&
prayer flags reach from there to the pear tree:
light
permeates ragged fabric, thread by thread
Jack Hayes
© 2017
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