Jose Armando Guzman Poems

Her smile spoke to me.
The shine of her essence spoke to me.
It was the way she held her book
as she read that sent a shiver
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I can still feel the air of that March evening.
My hands still shake whenever I recall
that somber little reunion.
I had not expected to see you anytime soon.
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Four walls of adobe.

Those four walls were
painted a light green
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These adobe walls hold
all of yesterday inside.
It is all just dust and
empty tears.
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I can still recall the cold air as it breezes
by those memories held inside
for so many years.
I wonder if the ground appreciates
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The whiskey was always
flowing at the Painted
Lizard Cafe.
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The reasoning escapes me tonight.
Memories are flowing through my
veins and tasting tears with
every heartbeat.
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I'm waiting for the moon to shine
bright in the horizon.
Maybe I should get on the hound
or take the train somewhere past
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