Redwillows

oh his rowdier ghosts
nameless cowardly
surround him 
loud enough to drown out
the hissing stream
flowing now
by red
willows

the moon seems to know
as much as one could ever know
his eddy of bubbling dreams
slow current of empty meanings
blurred reflections

and in branches
leaning to the stream
a heart groans
lies alone in a basket
woven tightly by moonlight
cold breath
of a coyote
waiting
wicked
in red
willows

jpestana
12.27.18
Redwillows