On Telegraph Avenue

She sits cross-legged, in the sun, with sweet chili lips,
sandalwood skin and eyes, eyes of the moon.

Her long black hair drops down. Kissing her dog,
her lips in fur, she smells the funk, the pure truth of all living things.

She looks up and says,

"Spare change?"

The Deep End

There is an ant swimming in my bathtub.
The bathtub and I are swimming in air,
where the earth swims, spins, in a universal sea of space.

Jonathan Hayes lives in San Francisco, California. He has taught poetry at 826 Valencia, a writing center for children, located in the Mission District of the City.

Email: Jonathan Hayes

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