williams ave octet #3
next to parked cars, ruby coneflower petals,
white snakeroot shaking low in gusts, striped pale sedge—
puddles long as your hand on a black picnic
table under its folded pistachio
umbrella—in a sea green ceramic pot
ornamental cabbage & pansies unfold—
a slap tagged fire hydrant more orange than
red: color unquenched amidst this blank rainfall
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thursday inventory octet
camomile tea steeping in a red mug; rain
plashing against south windows, four yukon golds,
two plantains (one still green) in a wooden bowl, Monk’s
solo take on Darn that Dream, jagged,
hesitant, digressive; this albuterol
inhaler; black backpack with broken zippers;
view of the avenue’s orange foliage;
shikimi’s berries glistening; a future
Jack Hayes
© 2016
11/24/16
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