12/11/16
yellow leaves & crushed paper cups in curbside
puddles; under her red umbrella someone
waits on a bus; in a doorway someone leans
on his walker; black wheelchair exits the bus,
another boards: someone in dripping poncho;
rain follows gravity into the river;
cars follow the interstate’s contours, broken lines:
unweeping morning, invisible people
Jack Hayes
© 2016
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