Sunday, April 3, 2022

 


Without

this persistent bark

in shifting hills

scorch of burnt air

stains a landscape of

grayed rock

and old hearts

scorned

invades this

rhymeless

reasonless

place

a sun

of sorts

unrecognizable

broken too long ago

to matter is gravel

and dust

swirls

in a cloud

of doubt

without


JPPestana
Without
3.28.2022


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