Yesterday

hanger, hooks,

Dartmouth, Nova Scotia

Yesterday

Now begins the year
of the imparted news
which flies off my tongue
like pearls wind-blown
to a forest green with memory
of yesterday’s sad song

The sea pounds a rhythm
not unlike the juke-joint magic
that propels a stilted note
out to the hungry wood
its fiber thick and ancient
like soft words spoken
in moonlit hue

© 2016 Avard Woolaver

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