Cinquains On Mexico I

As I
peered at the stone
of the Aztec seasons
in the museum, Moctezuma
walked by. Shall I
Find a jade bud
beneath the Great River?
Huehuecoyotl, old mischief god,
howled. Twilight
hurricanes that
will trapeze to halbreds
on pendulums of porphyry
and lead.

by Francis C. Spataro

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