Corrales

the late tears 

from years ago 

days ago

swell behind 

his closed eyes

he looks away 

from himself

from his tiny white window

hung in an expanse of cloudless night

down the slow road that is corrales

two horses older in river pasture

walk together so slowly head to head almost dead

a burst of wind and the black

and white spring to life

dash like yearlings 

from the loud drops

of mountain rain

from the louder tears

slipping from his

cold cheeks

jppestana november 5, 2016