-After Vallejo

                Moon: Crown of an immense head,
you go shedding leaves in gaudy shadows.
Red corona of a Jesus who thinks
tragically sweet things of emeralds.

                Crazed celestial heart,
why are you rowing like this, inside the cup
brimming with blue wine, toward the West,
with that ragged and agonized stern?

                And by gliding away for no reason,
you holocaust yourself in scattered opals:
You are perhaps my gypsy heart
that wanders in the blue, weeping poems . . .

(Ac: Argestes Review)