Thursday, February 16, 2017

Two Octets from the North End

kerby ave octet

red push reel mower collapsed on a sloped lawn
under a camellia; were this summer,

a corner to take in shade on fresh trimmed grass;
but this grass droops shaggy, nobody’s in sight,

& the drizzle is a cold kiss on cold skin;
a pergola draped in honeysuckle’s bones

leads no place: around the corner a holly
hides the scrub jay, its glissando going sharp


vancouver ave octet

fractured cedar branches laid out by the curb,
a rose-pink parks & rec sign with white letters

uprooted on a lawn, 5-gallon bucket
filling with rainwater where bergenia leaves

pile up—tires hiss south down the avenue;
ivy vines gone dormant on pickets glisten:

one streetlight shines up from the puddle raindrops
ripple as if they wrote the script for kindness

Jack Hayes
© 2017

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