waxing crescent afloat within a white nimbus—
nothing’s distinct—a tremoloed note on a
mandolin & the willow limbs’ gray resignation—an-
other night amongst visitations convinced I’m really there—
a Virginia cottage house on a street “that
really went no place”—a silence with eyes singing
hysterically & I said Let’s dance taking her hand &
she turned aside— another visitation across pages
of poems singing You must change your life—
a walk thru muttering streets thru a white fog—I
keep writing the same poem for how many
nights & years & mornings a streetlight’s white
nimbus beyond an electric typewriter’s midnight hum in a
Virginia cottage house—a tremoloed mandolin a hysterical
silence becoming a blurry nimbus the weeks & years
& hours of the same poem repeated a
visitation becoming dawn’s twilight a
tremolo on a mandolin this whitening morning
Jack Hayes
© 2010
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