Of Colors That You Interchanged Poem by RIC BASTASA

i have read it once from your
translations:

the red mountains
the green sea
the violet clouds
the blue sands

the black herons
the white eagles

everything goes
wrong when you
fall out of love

everything goes
awry when another
lover leaves your
door, when another

part of you dies
your fingers

those that
put the color of
your paints simply
show the distorted
face of
truth

your hands tremble
your fingernails stiff
dead and black.