SCOTT WANNBERG POETRY

GARCIA

It's a rhythm

if anything

that calls your skin long distance

takes you dancing

into that strange world of love

called music

Garcia wore many hats at the party

his soul played all night

we weaved home that much better for it

today I hear he's moved on

i kick off my shoes

my blood becomes a dance floor

the magic, don't you know , never really runs out

on you

it just talks you home in the late night

incoming

you become a noun

full of promise and love

as the music makes you human

despite all odds

Garcia is the music

8/9/95

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