Jose Armando Guzman Biography

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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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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