Bohemia

the wind is the scream
of all these wings
a grateful rain racing
into open arms bohemia
the river of her is part of this
all of this
she waves with envies
the joy of gulls
traces herself in a slipper of cloud
close to her men with dark eyes
burnt skin farm
turn the earth
the slow moving current wander
of his mostly dulled
senses

JPPestana
Bohemia
3. 31. 2020