everything as if in a picture the apple
tree budding in drizzle beside the barbed wire fence a dark
cornerpost bent backwards the tension of three wire strands
& cherry blossoms steeped in raindrops I’m strolling up-
hill thru the Haight in a mist dazzled by love I’m strolling
an aimless magnolia morning in Charlottesville white white
petals slick underfoot I have nowhere to go—a room
I can’t recall red sofa blue paisley curtains black
leather upholstered chairs a secret passage a
library giving onto a garden seen in a mirror a
white magnolia bloom in the backyard & fleshy
holly I’m walking thru glass almost unscathed the Conservatory of
Flower’s glass dome on a gray spring morning purple
dahlias rhododendrons’ lips the calla lilies gestures the
red roses brimming across a white pergola a white sun dress
somewhere else—Virginia in spring white white magnolia
littering my mind amongst the clutter
in a fully furnished room in a mirror’s garden
Jack Hayes
© 2010
“In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert.”
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