The Farmer

he tills the earth long deep furrows

a farmer standing on the thin horizon pink interrupted

there is something here a new field

of abandoned hearts fertilizer

for the thin barren rows

the seeds of some lost seduction

somewhere someone prays for rain

it comes from nowhere it bleeds

into through everything

drowns out the words

the cries the promise

of lovers racing 

for cover

JPPestana

The Farmer

12.15.2021