Friday, February 10, 2017

thursday inventory octet


on the one hand, scissors with Thulian pink
grip, a single hole punch; on the other hand,

a condenser mic on black & chrome tripod—
wind from the gorge strews papers across the lot,

cedar boughs swirl frenetic & the one gull
dives & swoops from roof peak to green concrete blocks

surrounding the dumpster—right in front of me:
chord chart for a waltz that will never be waltzed

Jack Hayes
© 2017

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