Evening Walk Octet
(7/2/17)
one
star breaks loose from the Big Dipper, becomes
an
airplane, makes straight for the silver half moon,
tail
light blinking red; there’s not a single cloud—
the
avenue though is thick with cherry leaves
&
streetlights fragment in the foliage &
the
mirror of a parked black motorcycle—
yucca
stems have collapsed under their own white
weight;
you stop to touch the redbud’s dark heart leaves
◦ ◦ ◦
Monday Morning Moody Octet
(7/3/17)
having
written the identical poem
a
thousand times over I’ve come no closer
to
wisdom; the harsh hum of a lawn mower
comes
right through the blinds & spins by my shoulder,
&
my heart’s as black as this Year of the Horse
hoodie
dated 2002 I’m wearing
despite
the fact it’s July, the zodiac’s
shifted,
the sky’s cloudless far as I can see
Jack Hayes
© 2017
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