A Wind Continued

I must owe her a dozen 

                   somethings or more

likely more 

                  a rhyme in which her 

                                                    forgiveness 

                                                           cascading

                                                                

becomes 

the perfect flower of 

the perfect day of 

the perfect spring 

when my martyrdom (such as it is) 

goes unnoticed 

when the mercy of her 

is heard perfectly

in a wind

continued

JPPestana

A Wind Continued

2.2.2022