In the Serene River
by Luis Cuauhtémoc
Berriozábal
As I float
in the serene river
quiet as I will
ever be,
the water
cleanses my body,
but not the
occasional bruise.
My heart stopped
beating hours ago.
The last swim,
no more words will
be
spoken from these
lips.
A bird sings
in the
distance.
It is a seagull
that calls my name.
The river
has no song for me
on the first week
of spring.
It is just
a mirror for the
sun
and clouds.
In time my
body will be
recovered.
Luis
lives in California and works in Los Angeles. His poetry, art, and photography
has appeared in Black Petals, Blue Collar Review, Kendra
Steiner Editions, Medusa's Kitchen, Rogue Wolf Press, Venus
in Scorpio Poetry Journal, and Yellow Mama Webzine.
