Reincarnation
was it a dream
or did we climb with giddy
anticipation
to the widows walk of the ancient house
and look out upon the Missouri River
silently rolling by?
Ghosts of steamers drift under the fog on the
river top
music drifting in the windows
horses clopping on cobblestones
down to the waters edge
Years ago I snuck under the fence around
this runined home
drawn in by invisible hands
stepping carefully I skirted holes in the floor
and walked through rooms once grand
where a woman waited for her husband
who sailed the mighty river.
twenty years after restoration
its a fine restaurant serving great American food
of the region
and a few words of our story to the owner
and we're up the stairs
holding hands
your eyes shining
you know what this means to me to stand where she
stood
woman of my reincarnation
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