Spanish Dance

slowly the crow lower than ever overhead

shed the remaining rays of day

their wings move thick air pulse

the boy in him lies in the same place he was born

lies in the subtle disguising dim but wonders out loud

stares into the flood of blue space

bridges collapsing in the stream

this is the distance in him speaking

this is the travel of one

freely fearlessly he dances dances

at last ecstatic he applauds

there is no one to hear

no one to see

the last of this

his spanish

dance

JP Pestana

Spanish Dance

11.22.2020