2.22.22

you are barely a clear day 

yesterday's same light wind 

carries hungry robins to country lawns

they know you from when 

dead trees creekside 

lean into each other

one falls exhausted 

shatters the air

the air smells of old dirt decay

a horse terrified runs

from the spooking screams

of tuesday's naked farm boys 

their flailing arms skinny legs

giving out on a long yard

their winter race won

 in a laughing shivering sky

cursing 

blue with

cold

JPPestana

2.22.22