Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

Let's Go Away

Let's go away
like birds singing
and rest for a bit
on a giant tree
and sing some more.

The afternoon sky
seems peaceful.
There is no
afternoon like this one.
Let's fly high.

Fly with me
to another town.
Fly with me again
in a circle
above the garden
by the pepper tree.

Fly away with me.
I feel so lonely.
Without you
my singing voice
is blue. Let's go
into the afternoon
singing together.

Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal works in the mental health field in Los Angeles, CA. His poetry book, Peering into the Sun, was published by Poet's Democracy. His poetry chapbook, Songs for Oblivion, will be published by Alternating Current Press.

Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

The Yellow Hills

Let’s meet in the yellow hills

near the sea.  Let’s picnic in

the yellow hills.  We could

look up to the sky and make

small talk.  We could tell each

other our hopes and dreams.

Stretched out on a blanket

under the warm sun.   We

could pretend we’re dead

or like some immovable

force.  Under a leafy tree

in the yellow hills we’ll rest.

In these hills black ants eat

the crumbs we leave behind.

Their tiny shadows could only

be observed under a microscope.

In the yellow hills we leave

our troubles behind.  Not far

from shore we feel the breeze

that comes from the sea.   We rest

here where the leafy tree’s shadow

seems to swallow us whole.

The yellow hills protect us from

the dark times of the world.