In the lap of a pasture
dotted with elms

you tumble a pillar of stones
Close-by a red stream warbles

The sun, a yellow glass eye in acute blue,
consumes you like violet love

A moonflower vine winds around your neck
like the clamp of grief

       ~ Found poem composed/modified from The Diary of Frida Kahlo, p. 203, translated by Barbara Crow de Toledo & Ricardo Pohlenz