Saturday, April 06, 2013

When will I arrive?

When will I arrive?

"Cuando llegare...Cuando llegare al bohio?"*

On this day
trees root toward heaven

here on earth
a train fills with clinicians

the samba floats
half drunken
with coffee

come here dear
mind the gap

the train wind
will suck you in
send pop bottles to flying

youll get to paradise
just not today

when you will arrive
no one can really say.

-Jack Vaughan, Apr 2013

*Al Vaiver de mi Caretta

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