Reincarnation
The train just passed by
Sending its trumpet abound
An airplane took off
His fearless house stood
By an old oak tree uprooted
Through years of torture
He sits gallantly
Beer and cigarette each hand
Talking to the moon
“What more in an old man’s dream than a hunch
Of his adhominem to lie upon his bed to launch
His un-chosen time if no longer a surprise when
His eyelids close and his lips locked to utter then
To see his unseen yards of wreaths where he rest
His retired body and his soul lives in sky-wide yet
To muster all things he left behind but his quest
Is incomplete, will he return to his home just like it? ”
The train returned back
Sending its trumpet northbound
An airplane rushed home
Builders of new homes
Landscapes adjoined city lights
More days to come
A priest pronounced them
Husband and wife a year ago
A baby is born.
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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