an opera’s snowfall in a wooden music box
a silhouette at a harpsichord pet-
rified between chords—white gloves caressing Easter
weekend the Canadian bare silver birches 1982 a
north wind barging thru hopper windows the peri-
winkle blue crocuses hold out their periwinkle blue
hands in the lemon Easter morning the daffodils spreading
butter along the garden’s edge you can practically
see this in the oval mirror in a library an oval mirror
in an orange swoon the orange tulips the lipstick crimson
tulips after an evening of laughter & unbearable
youth the trumpeter swans in the neighbor’s pasture
a landscape whitewashed in an opera’s snowfall—
white gloves folded across bare ground in a love act
the mourning doves on a power line cooing A minor nine
while daybreak returns to the present
Jack Hayes
© 2010
“In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert.”
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