I see the blue sea
in the tears from your
eyes. In disorder,
a miracle is
in order. Arrows
from white clouds had hit
their mark, eyesight marred,
a broken mirror,
with light extinguished.
The blue sea is in
need of calm. So much
suspense, what will
bring the light back, there
is too much foam, in an
instant your blue eyes
overflowed, a flood…
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Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal lives in California and works in Los Angeles. His poems have appeared in Blue Collar Review, Crossroads, Fearless, Kendra Steiner Editions, Mad Swirl, and Unlikely Stories.