Jose Armando Guzman Poems

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 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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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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Welcome to Arizona.
This is the land of privatized prisons;
paid for by your tax dollars.
We do not fund education.
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All I could hear was the voice
that has long since haunted me.
'Tucson to Cuidad Juarez now
boarding'.
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There has been an itching inside of my head
going on for a while now,
I have tried to ignore it,
and just push it down into the void.
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Congress was beneath our feet as
we strolled down Fourth Avenue
and headed for a night of excess.
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