Saturday, January 28, 2017

new moon thursday evening octet


(1/26/17)

moon shrinking left: it’s on the other side of
the world now; fog comes down absorbing amber

streetlights here, avenue subdued, though men talk
bluster through cigarette smoke outside the bar—

at home: clock & keyboard clicking—how many
more poems? spine loose, left hip sore from tai chi:

you’re right I’m not young—so many crows took wing
as today took wing that sky has gone away


Jack Hayes
© 2017

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