Hearing Unseen Things by Luis Berriozabal

I stood in awe

hearing unseen things;

the wind spoke, hissed,

and scratched my door.

I grew frightened

that the wind would blow

through the locked door

and carry me off.

Outside in the pepper

tree the birds

sang and sang.

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Born in Mexico, Luis lives in California and works in the mental health field in Los Angeles. His poetry and art has appeared in various journals online and in print. His latest poetry book, Make the Water Laugh, was published in 2021 by Rogue Wolf Press. His poetry has appeared in Blue Collar Review, Kendra Steiner Editions, Mad Swirl, Unlikely Stories, and Venus in Scorpio Poetry Ezine.