pavements’ fragmented black mirror casting back
street signs’ geometry these tree limbs’ Rorschach—
sidewalk tables glazed with red leaves & drizzle;
Asian market’s clapboards & bent tin chimney—
black tupelo’s upsweep into liquid air
where flocked crows inscribe your name in black & white—
train cascades past the stop’s corrugated roof:
as afternoon falls I’ve been turned inside out
Jack Hayes
© 2016
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