A RUSTLING
Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal, September 2009
There was a rustling
in the trees.
A song of mourning
burst out while
the wind cried out in
the background.
I could not breathe. I
could not sleep.
I was up all night
listening
to the sad song. I
was mourning
the woman I loved.
The rustling
was tapping on my
door. There was
a time I would sleep.
through the noise.
I was a man not
disturbed by
such things. Now I hear
rippling waves.
I feel them in my
heart. I used
to sing. Now others
sing instead.
Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal is a writer from West Covina, CA. He has published many chapbooks in the small press and his most recent book is called “Overcome” that is collaborated with photographer Cynthia Etheridge and is published by Kendra Steiner Editions.
