A Song

A song hides in the weeds,
deep in the soil,
and in the city streets.
The song wants to rise up.

The song dances on the sun.
A pitchfork devil
wants to corner the song.

The passionate song
runs through the fields.
It marches on.
The song’s heart gasps
for air.

Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal was born in Mexico. He works in the mental health field in Los Angeles, CA. His poetry book, Peering into the Sun, was published by Poet’s Democracy. Alternating Current Press will publish his chapbook, Songs For Oblivion.

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1 Response to A Song

  1. sonofwalt says:

    Reminds me of a Native American chant. I love the rhythm,

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