The Poetry Of.
Jonathan Hayes.............................
THE DEEP
The writer hears
the poem before
it appears.
The reader hears
the poem laying
on the page.
The poem hears
itself
below.
AN ANGEL, ONCE YOU'VE FALLEN
little finger chipping away at red nail polish
blotches of ten cherry wounds remain
blue jeans swaying a tributary
slapped by the turnstile
collecting stares at the trolley stop
hair: silent & dramatic
we paint you
until you have left our vision
FLOOD
salt dancing after a storm, turning into alluvium
& falling into faults of bedrock-self
our construction of colors begins
& ends with the mind's
white palimpsest
erosion follows the path of least resistance
trust = belief
FLUVIAL
from dry soil
of the eye's corner
wet warmth
surfacing a disguise of silence
& filling an invisible phial
when:
laughter of flowers
& phosphorus stars
are a threshold
minerals crawling to surface horizon
crashing against glass oxygen
their nutrients contained
flowing between her ten naked toes
draining into this wooden floor
to become long ago
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