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DEL A. GARZA |
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two poems
REGRET
Eve is just a rib I don’t want to part with.
Standing in the garden scratching at the rib which is unusually itchy this morning.
Eve is screaming out. I pay no attention.
Taking lessons from the snake in the tree, I daydream most of the time and scratch my side.
Eve is on my mind. I take her out. We dance.
The snake plays the fiddle from the apple tree. We get drunk. In the morning we live with regret.
THE STREETS
The streets are full of sons, daughters, all kinds of men, women, children, homeless and poor, hungry and sick.
The streets hold them all; it’s raining today, and still they’re there, these sons, daughters, homeless
and poor, hungry and sick.
Del A. Garza, lives in Los Angeles, CA, where he
frequents bookstores and local libraries, and reads
poetry from many poets. Del has a few poems online in
www.aboutthearts.com,
tmp irregular, and fresh, a literary magazine. |
Copyright © 2005 by Del A. Garza
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