japanese maple nods in the planter box,
blood-red next to cedar lattice; rain beading
on a sign: garden seating— unoccupied;
blue bicycle staple lean & vacant near
the line of puddles where an amur maple’s bare
limbs shimmer, outstretched & oh so empty—blue
push pin stuck in a burl’s dense flesh: not one scrap
of poster left behind in this reflection
Jack Hayes
© 2016
11/15/16-11/19/16
Note: Only one octet today due to the sequencing of upcoming poems.
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