City of Flowers
Xochimilco, city of flowers.
The bell clear atmosphere envelops
The wind in silos of sound.
Along canals that mirror murky
Miraculous form decompositions,
The flowers refresh themselves
With casual moisture.
Bloom of corrupted flowers
Over imaginary mounds: death lidded
The silence momentary rings
Into the cupped blue sky
Until the warmer commentaries
Of life break through
From Xochimilco, city of flowers.