the seraph moon
solemnly stood, a harbinger of hope that evening, we walked
heart in hand through Reynosa's dumps,
as the smoke rose from the burning debris as incense, and
pooled at the feet of God---
love graced us as a flower; the bud that we've carried
in the secret dark places of our heart had blossomed and
given wings to our union. time herself seemed to stop,
not daring to disturb or corrupt.
in the distance a dirty faced, shoeless child, sends a bird
fleeing with the clap of his scavenging hands, and
the haggard donkey whelps, the gaunt chickens toss;
there is no red wheelbarrow, no rain to glaze it, no one to notice.
i often wonder about that boy, about his motives to do such a thing;
to send the iridescent gift into the colorless night- imparting
a piece of himself into that bird in hopes for transcendence.
with the moon cascaded across your face, the chatoyant sand
glimmered against your skin as fallen stars---
you were lovely, diaphanous as an azalea petal. but alas
la Regina della Notte regna soltanto per una sera,
the queen of the night reigns only for an evening.