7/11
India ink spruce trees up on the hill it
could be anywhere watching the sunset’s
locomotive crash into the swamp with its
refrigerators & rowboats & slightly effeminate
ferns & a black wool blanket overrun with
beetles & ladybugs & a snapshot of Jane with
a peach pie & a thermos It could be
anywhere anytime September 2 1988 Albemarle
County VA like a porcelain full moon that looks like
a magnolia blossom sprouting from a caboose that’s
rattling & hooting through heaven like a
tugboat chugging through water lilies &
Marlowe’s just now dropping a line to the past stating
If you miss the train I’m on you will etc
Jack Hayes
© 2010
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4 comments:
Noo less brilliant than before. I especially loved the last two stanzas.
Hi Dave: Very much appreciate your readership--thanks!
I know those india ink spruce trees - I try to paint them occasionally but am never happy with them, all twisted and blasted against the suset. Too simple, or too complicated. I can never tell which. I like the chariot of the sun converted to a locomotive and that young brat still driving it recklessly to ground, and Marlowe, just now dropping a line. You're a master of the ellipses.
Hi Mairi: & thanks--I very much appreciate your readings of these poems, & also your generous words.
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