to L.D.V.
Here is the train. Breathing smoke and noises
It’s coming to an unexpected halt.
I'll cover with a saving bouquet of garden roses
My face. Don’t look at me, it’s not my fault
That I have grown dim and tired.
I had a lot of challenges to meet.
Look at my roses, they are admired
By all the neighbours in our street.
The train’s stopped. You jump out of the carriage,
As always brisk, run down a little.
There are some joys in our marriage
Though more than often it is bitter.
One of the joys is meeting at the station.
Just for a moment to have you to myself.
It is the lot of half the women of this nation –
Good old guest marriage. Well, why not.
2018
Meeting at the station
© Copyright: Нина Вольга, 2023
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