(1/26/17)
moon shrinking left: it’s
on the other side of
the world now; fog comes
down absorbing amber
streetlights here, avenue
subdued, though men talk
bluster through cigarette
smoke outside the bar—
at home: clock &
keyboard clicking—how many
more poems? spine loose,
left hip sore from tai chi:
you’re right I’m not
young—so many crows took wing
as today took wing that sky has gone away
Jack Hayes
© 2017
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