City of Flowers

Xochimilco, city of flowers,

the bell-clear atmosphere envelops

the wind in silos of sound.

Along canals that mirror mirky

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.