This and That

caught in the exhaustions

long hard plow 

sparking blade

buried rocks of the backward

black and whites

on the beach

sisters lean against the moon

smile in a drenching sun

a waving net catches

their splashing rays

blinding innocence

their halos embrace

touch the gulls

gliding wings

beyond the you

beyond the up

and down

it is the warm kitchen

thick black coffee
freshly made bread

of the this 

and that
that matters

it is the here and there

high and low

the misty streets delighting

hard scratch of dirt and weeds

many melodies of too many meadows

flowerless now

their birds scattered

in a man's halting song

high above 
the torn and maddened

land

JP Pestana 9.28.16