Abraham de la Torre Poems

The angel did not need a magic wand
To wave for what it had was pure command
Dictated by a depth whose only wish
Ran similar to ripples like a beat.
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It was for kin and kith I chose to shed
The skin of sin and flesh and bones beneath
Because I couldn’t hope to even reach
The temple much less be worth being it.
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Bus Ride
Abraham de la Torre

The lady looked for a place
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She must have baked a thousand cakes and one
her little shop with customers aswarm
laden with goodies icinged with her warmth
infusing buoyed-up buyers and their buy.
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A carpenter falls
Off his easy rider
The shock absorbers
Are seconds too
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This is the way to roll 'em
Break a chip of the brown block
(Not necessarily old, although age makes a diff)
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Tentatively
Darkness describes a chill
Framed in invisible mist
The blur awakening to a whisper
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They gather
Around
A blaze
Invisible
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He always has something to say
something incoherent interminable intolerable to say
even if you spoke to no one
in particular
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Yonder the floodlights exude a cheerless glow
drowned desperately by screaming football enthusiasts
they run for the ball
ignoring a confetti of dust
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