Filled with sound
my eyes saw
the sea as
a drum.  Sound
rocked the sea.
A tree fell
like a bone.
The sound scared
the horses.
The blue sun
pricked my ear.
Intense sound
brushed my hair.
Pigeons strolled
near the sea
like faceless
children’s toys.
 
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About Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal


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Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal lives and works in Los Angeles County. Born in Mexico in 1967, his poems in English and Spanish have appeared in print and online. Some of his poems are influenced by his work in the mental health field.
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  1 week ago
Pigeons as faceless children's toys - I get that

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