Wild Hedge
is this anguish
a broken road to
an unmarked end
before he was what
he was well enough
looking back over winter fields
plowed under a weakened sun
he languishes along miles
of wild hedge
allows himself to become one or
the other for even
an instant
a hopeless tangle
of honeysuckle
laurel climbing rose steals senses
from a wandering mind
a horse slowly walking alerts him
to a fluttering cloud
he knows it at once
unannounced a blue jay drops
with drama from
a sweetgum
persuades him
he has arrived
in just the
quick of
time
JP Pestana Wild Hedges 5.31.2022
