He’d found a pic of a WWI
soldier who looks just like him.
It explains a lot, he says.

Why he dreams of helicopters.
Always felt old.  And that was only
our first year of college.

At the time, reincarnation,
just as a concept,
was enough to change us.


She mows her lawn reluctantly,

by hand, lets the wildflowers

grow. Despite her neighbors.

The flowers attract a stranger,

like a butterfly or a bee

to her front door. She opens it

and learns a story.