Abygail Gutierrez

My Father Calls

A strong voice cracks through

The phoneline that separates

Us; “Stay safe, hija.”

Work Route

Travel towards the

Mountains, meet your approved death,

You are essential.

Climbing

The trees remind me –

I do not end at my feet,

We all continue.

Birdhouse

I heard a songbird,

Between smog-sky and concrete –

Ensnared yet still sweet.

Lake Ogawara

If I feel rebirth

In this water we must share,

What do I owe back?