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Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
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Rely on the Moon

 

by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

 

 

I rely on the moon

to calm my teary eyes.

From where I stand, I see

the white moon turning blue.

 

The moon is my present,

my gift from the heavens.

In my deepest despair

I could not live without

 

its presence. The moon works

on my eyes. It does not

hurt them like the sun does.

I prefer evening. Day

 

and its sun wears on me.

The moon leaves me drowsy.

I can always count on

it as well as the stars.




Trembling Shadows


 


by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal


 


 


The trembling shadows


search for the root cause


of such trembling; left naked


with cold hard facts, they


go on trembling at all hours.


The lives of shadows are like


cigarette ash, stinking if


left unemptied. The trembling


shadows, transparent as


silence, feel twilight’s claws,


on a moonless and starless


night. The shadows retreat,


trembling, as the dark sky falls.



Crawling at Night

 

by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

 

 

Crawling at night,

crawling out of my hole.

The stars summoned me

to feel the fresh air.

 

I climbed to the sky,

left my footprints on the

ground along with my howl.

 

I searched with my mind

and floated so high.

I searched for joy

in my ragged clothes

and in newfound hope.

 

I needed this life

to go through all these

pathways, even if I

had to walk with my hands,

crawling, bloody, with

pain, with all my strength.

 

Night was comforting.

The stars above showered

with me with a rain of light.

This old man felt so young.



In Your Garden

 

by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

 

 

To be a flower

in your garden,

to be your shady

tree, either of

those two things

I would like to be

for you. You could

wet my petals with

water or with the rain

that comes less

frequently. Let the

wind shake me and

in autumn gather my

fallen leaves.




 

The Past Is Over

 

by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

 

The past is

over and

then you die.

 

You think back

on the dream

that was life.

 

No longer

here. The world

goes on and

 

on. Life is

like this. I

wonder if

 

all those who

die are not

really dead.

 

Will they talk

to us as

spirits? Will

 

they float out

to sea as

morning fog?


 


Born in Mexico, Luis lives in California and works in Los Angeles. His latest poetry book, Make the Water Laugh, was published by Rogue Wolf Press. His poems online and in print have appeared in Blue Collar Review, Mad Swirl, and Yellow Mama Webzine.



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