Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Two Octets from Early July

Evening Walk Octet

one star breaks loose from the Big Dipper, becomes
an airplane, makes straight for the silver half moon,

tail light blinking red; there’s not a single cloud—
the avenue though is thick with cherry leaves

& streetlights fragment in the foliage &
the mirror of a parked black motorcycle—

yucca stems have collapsed under their own white
weight; you stop to touch the redbud’s dark heart leaves


Monday Morning Moody Octet

having written the identical poem
a thousand times over I’ve come no closer

to wisdom; the harsh hum of a lawn mower
comes right through the blinds & spins by my shoulder,

& my heart’s as black as this Year of the Horse
hoodie dated 2002 I’m wearing

despite the fact it’s July, the zodiac’s
shifted, the sky’s cloudless far as I can see

Jack Hayes
© 2017

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