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SUZANNE FROM THE TRAIN RIDE HOME

Never did I allow myself the vaguest thought -

That inside tin, timber and silicon boxes;

Christened carriages and dragged along rails -

By wizened, half-attentive engineers steering -

A yellow-lined relic through Kibera, homeward -

Love or Attraction in all their varying versions

Would brew, even if fleetingly.

 

And though Love and Attraction – or whatever that was

Never fully flourished into a burgeoned bougainvillea

Your name and the train and the phrase they both formed

Remain on my mind and on my lips:

Suzanne from the Train Ride Home! 

 

THE TRAIN-WRECKED ORATOR! :-)

©Kevin Orato 2013
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