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Who Knows, Perhaps It Was
the train pulls in at some station at 4 o’clock in the morning it stops for three minutes it’s a small station he crawls out of his bunk in the sleeping car gets dressed with this feeling that he just has to get out these are three minutes in his journey he can't afford to miss really, all it means is a bit of a walk along the platform a chance to stretch his arms and legs the platform is completely deserted the air is charged with unfamiliarity he walks the length of two carriages such a long, long way the pace of his steps getting faster and faster the bell rings he makes it back in time and smiles a regulation smile at the female train attendant a woman with permed hair these were three minutes in his journey he couldn't afford to miss who knows, perhaps it was © Translation: 2004, Simon Patton |
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