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New York Reflections By Fr. Jun Villanueva

PAPER DREAMS

The scent of autumn sinks down
 Below the rain-drenched sidewalks
As the wind from everywhere
Pushes the dark shirt like an old bag
And the last door of the Brooklyn-bound train
Slowly closes, slowly closes;

He walks with the night, slowly,
Then he stood alone with his shadows
In front of some poetry, dimly-lighted
Across the subway wall
Maybe waiting for no one.
Except for some homeless citizens
Of this proud city;

He recited his prayers with the rosary on hand
And he remembers the past and the morrow
And he wishes no paper dreams
But hopes for his faith to move on
I know him very much,
With his bagpack and black hat
And trembling feet but mighty heart;

I know him very much
I am he, he is me
In New York City.


October 7
First Friday





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