saturday
inventory octet #1
second
cup of coffee, the microwave’s hum;
on
the counter, a full bag of mandarins—
small
jar of Tiger Balm, camphor & menthol
rubbed
on a balky back; a cough that won’t shake
despite
weeks of slippery elm tea; pale sun
east
behind unsettled clouds, double strikethrough
of
power lines—white hoodie, black jacket tossed
across
an arm chair, waiting for what comes next
◦ ◦ ◦
multnomah st octet #2
from
Holladay Park’s high maples, crows’ rhythmic
conversation
accents a MAX train’s eastbound
clatter—a
walk through air permeated with
chilled
infinitesimal water, breathing out
through
pursed lips—sun’s semi-circular halo
burned
on nimbus overcast; on the pavement
crabapples
gone black: deep in a puddle one
hornbeam
emerges under a floating leaf
Jack Hayes
© 2016
12/3/16
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