Monday, March 21, 2016

Jonathan Hayes- A Poem


an angel, once you've fallen

little finger chipping away at red nail polish
blotches of ten cherry wounds return

blue jeans swaying a tributary
slapped by the turnstile

statuary hands move quiet
collecting stares at the trolley stop

hair: silent



PO
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No.774
2007, 2014


1 comment:

  1. very unique and different. enjoyed reading this poem.

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