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Here is a poem by Michael Rene Meixner about a second home.
It’s been a long time.
I hope you’re alright.
How is Domingo?
Climbing palm trees one after another
Or did he stop yet
And finally started listening to his wife?
Did Juana run away from you
Like she always said she would?
Is Alejo still trying to sell his souvenirs
In every new language that reaches his ears?
What about Alfonso?
Is he still illegally fixing cars
So his sick mother can move into a better place?
And how about you?
Did you wash your beaches clean yet?
Are your refugee children healing well
And do your natives still make tourists’ hearts dance?
Does the sun still kiss your streets
Every day with the fires of newly-lit passion?
And does your wind still serve as a lullaby
To palm trees?