A Snowflake In Odessa

between these sycamore common and grand

columns rise from the sea

these are not mythical wrathful gods

just giants sleeping in a graying hazy breeze

a voice wishfully speaks to their dead unburied leaves

this eulogy his soft tones go unnoticed

a woman seen in her quietness looks into his eyes

under this undefined and anxious sky

pleading before and after this

day begins and ends

with no witness to bear

he relinquishes himself

snowflake in Odessa

JPPestana

A Snowflake In Odessa

1.18.2022