The Poems of David Garlick
Fleas in the carpet. Cats on the floor. Ants in the bathroom. Dogs at the door. Snakes in the garden. Bees in the air. Birds in the branches. Raccoon in its lair. Carp in the fish pond. Frogs in the grass. Spiders in the undergrowth. Worms on the path. Beetles a scurrying. […]
Happy thoughts, like balloons in a park; weightless, in a vendors hand. Children reach; bright clowns fill their eyes. Tears flow when strings escape tiny hands. Stone arches, back spring round a Zocalo, making cool places to eat and drink. A hiding place from the fierce sun but not from vendors, eager as flies. […]
Fall has arrived! Trees, splendid in their autumn finery, dance with the wind. Branches weave and bow making the streets gay with brilliant confetti. Children shriek in delight as they scatter mounds of leaves patiently piled by adults. The tang of bonfires bites nostrils. Dogs retrieve long lost bones – found in cleared flower […]
Emma has a “stand up stool,” it makes her almost tall. which is really rather useful when you are very small. She never needs a helping hand, to see what’s on a shelf; she never asks ”Please lift me up.” It’s, “I can do it by myself!” She drags the plywood platform […]