The Poems of David Garlick
They seemed so poor, in squalid shacks, with refuse piled beside the door. Peeling paint and rusty tin and then I heard them laugh! They seemed so poor, no shoes at all. Flies gathered on a snotty child. Dust billowed from a passing bus and then I saw a toothy grin. They […]
Wave on wave came crashing in with savage blows, to crush the sand, send snowy foam in graceful arc, to then retreat with sucking sighs. And in the wake, where bubbles blew and breathing holes marked hidden clams, tiny stones, shone like gems and winked the sun, hot overhead. Palm fronds rattled in the breeze, […]
Happy thoughts, like balloons in a park. Arches, back spring round the Zocalo. A bandstand; brass and strings sing. Helium filled notes float away. An old woman, white hair and two sticks, flowers borne by smiles in bright dresses. Serious urchins sell rubber balls. Carved radishes, flowers and cornhusk tableaus, wrought iron on windows, […]
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. […]