Faintly, the ears hear a sliver
of silence, the silence of places
and spaces. They hear the echo
of faraway days. The rhythm and
sounds of the moon reach the
sleeping ears. A field of sounds
in a field of dreams fill the silence.
Cosmic crickets explode their
song inside the sleeping ears.
They plant a tree in the sleeping
ears and from each leaf a cricket
sings and shakes the planted tree.
of silence, the silence of places
and spaces. They hear the echo
of faraway days. The rhythm and
sounds of the moon reach the
sleeping ears. A field of sounds
in a field of dreams fill the silence.
Cosmic crickets explode their
song inside the sleeping ears.
They plant a tree in the sleeping
ears and from each leaf a cricket
sings and shakes the planted tree.
Born in Mexico, Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal, has lived in California for 45 years. He works in the mental health field in Los Angeles. His poetry has appeared in Ariel Chart, Blue Collar Review, Kendra Steiner Editions, Unlikely Stories, and Yellow Mama Magazine.
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