Thursday, March 9, 2017

fairy-tale for thursday octet

asking these katsuras one after one in
a line with their red-brown buds & naked limbs—

asking these camellias thronging in a row
leaning scarlet & blush above the fence rail—

asking these white birches with their torn pages
fluttering in the air’s raw exhalations—

asking these five crows that keep shifting places—
asking infinitesimal rain where you’ve gone

Jack Hayes
© 2017

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