New Poetry From Ricky Garni
LADY
Every time someone says
Signorina
I see the word in my mind –
it lingers for just a moment
and then disappears into the æther
letter by letter, until only one letter remains
and the final letter that remains
keeps haunting me
late into the night
this letter of glory
that the wizards
and sages
call
G
I NEVER GET INTO TROUBLE
Walking through town
carrying my purple suitcase
unless I wander into a neighborhood
filled with purple people
and my suitcase is not empty
but filled with gold nuggets
that sing of better
days
IN FRANCE
The overalls you wear
for good hard work
are lively ladies of
the evening.
NOSTALGIA
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