The Passer By

a strong breeze rattles shakes at

the eye of the passer by

he is deaf to the boundless bouncing light

in the sailing death of freshly fallen leaves

close to him he believes he sees

she is more the dark sparkle

lesser shadows

delicate voice gluing

the cracked lines of a child's vase

held with tears in the lost closets

larger shadows

of her harmed

imaginations

JP Pestana 9.25.16