(7/6/17)
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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