Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Two Alsea River Octets


1. morning

the Stellar’s Jay whistling in the Douglas-fir
is echoed by the silence of mergansers

as they drift downstream through poplar reflections,
their own reflections mingled with green tangles;

midstream the image of firs lie across
the water except for the one cleft of sky—

which reminds me the espresso pot’s steaming
waiting to be poured into forest green cups

2. noon

invisible bird sings in 7/8 time
through ash leaves past the elderberry bushes;

poplar leaves float west on the green river through
poplar reflections; three blackberry blossoms

directly in front of me & you reading
the heartbreaking story of the US west;

butterflies spin lazily through shaft of sun,
turn into ash leaves just before they touch ground

Jack Hayes
© 2017

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