29 octobre 2018
PARIS-LYON
This is a weekday.
She’s gone, from the Gare de Lyon to Paris
At 2:18 pm.
She’s been on that train for about 2:00.
No delay at this time.
The controller hasn’t come through yet.
It’s in a non-smoking compartment.
She’ll be smoking in the hallway.
The landscapes scroll through the window.
Outside it’s a beautiful day,
It is the summer,
Soon the great vacancies
But she left before.
Sitting in the train seat,
She’s still reading it,
His book;
It is a novel.
It passes the time.
The flickering,
Or rocking the train,
Makes him want to sleep.
She’s thinking about taking a pose to eat her apple.
His grandfather made him a pâté sandwich
But he doesn’t want to smell it.
It’ll stay in his aluminum foil.
The journey will pass.
It was before the TGV.
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