Rabbit
During the Holy Vigils at the church of Dormition
his open eyes resembled unscratched glass
that Artemis would wish as mirror
at midnight the silver coins of starry sky
took shape in his viscera
the forest drank the hours one by one and
all the haystacks treasures of dreams
suckled by silence.
But when the idol of the red goldilocks
appeared on its side
the wind was embittered
the dry iris of the day shuttered and
the world shone in the darkness.
Libros Libertad 