On the Velocity of Souls

Old souls tend
to gravitate toward cities,

dull coins, museums.
Wanting to sense more

waning power.
New souls prefer

bucolic landscapes:
lakes, manageable

woods, suburbs.
Of course, both new and old

souls will one day cross paths
like a changing of the guards,

maybe even nod, trading news
of ice ages, rain forests-

cum-deserts, a recent
heinous crime.

Plagues, jokes, undying
lovers, genocides.

Though never true friends,
old and new souls, they

respect each other. Unless
one is still angry

at the judgment the other
passed eons ago—

Pay heed: whoever you
are, will be, and

were.

Front page image by Roger Schüeber.

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