Absence of Shade

over cracked stone
it trickles
spills runs in the thin fissures
sunny bubbles explode
crater on smoothing waves
everything about him is still
in the absence of shade
she is the long days
drumming heat
she is like
wasps to water
sipping
stinging
in her
erratic
flight

jp pestana
june 19, 2017

Breathless

the crow echo in sun
wing away
the pine is dead
alive with finch
breathless
dogs panting
the sun encroaching
over miles miles
the wind owns this land
the dust the wind
breathless
pines erupt
in their confused
flagrant ways
it is the rain
a moment
that never comes
breathless
her hair brushes
his cheek
her finger
pointing
to a gray
and discarded
sky

jppestana

June 5, 2017