blue dahlias a bass clarinet strewed thru golden gate park that mango
california forenoon you didn’t drop by for java & poems & smokes the
orange tulip rufous hummingbird dreams in this April’s new moon
perigee midnight amongst phosphorescent solar lights afloat in the dark-
ling garden—the hex sign sunrise emerging from Lake Erie a milk-paint
yellow horizon swabbing brushstrokes across the harmonic convergence a
vibraphone nestled amongst yellowed birch leaves last October the
leaves afloat in the Weiser River’s troubled glass—magenta
ice plants scattered across the Ocean Beach dunes that lime green
Saturday you couldn’t make it for bicycling & java the Blue Ridge
Virginia brick walkway dotted with dogwood petals those fractal
Petrarchan sonnets scattered by footsteps speaking in off-rhymes only
Jack Hayes
© 2010
(quote from Lewis Carrol’s Through the Looking Glass)
“In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert.”
A beautiful technicolour dreamscape of a poem.
ReplyDeleteAnd on a different planet entirely(mine) I have to share that ALL things are impossible before breakfast! :)
Hi TFE: Thanks! Really glad you liked it, & really appreciate your support here. I can do a fair amount before breakfast, but nothing before coffee!
ReplyDeleteAnd you make them possible.
ReplyDeleteHi Caroline: In some sense, eh? Thanks so much!
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