DEL A. GARZA

 

 

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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