S O S

shyly she fades from sight

a pervading gray of seeping loss replaces thought

a string of knotted cloud loudly pronounces itself

out of same cloud crow gull silently emerge fly as one circling lower wings slipping away

no one notices the anything

there is no why 

no reason just 

a memory torn

from the pages

of the same 

old story

JP Pestana

SOS

12.20.2021