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