The Rescue

it is the sudden autumn
that has taken him from him

stuck in the breathless mumble
of his curious insufficiencies
he recites the lively
in the rough and tumble
aloneness in the surrender
capture of the wanton word

maybe there is no season for this
no turning back
from the eager blossoms
of melon squash corn
no easy harvest
of the stark black fields of stars
her lilies
daisies
bees

the dusty jays screech
bicker madly
in their fractured light
steal from each other
like no others
they ignore him
peckish in the jumble
of her endless questions
interruption of the mass ascension
fred from clovis

at the gate 
flung open to the new blueness 
the unguarded garden releases the day
rescues itself with jays
rising sharply in the pines

JP Pestana 10.1.2016