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
baby
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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