Horatiu Stamatin

(Romania)

(Anna Karenina was a novel written by Lev Tolstoy)


my sweetheart is the railway
fast trains
stroke her slender joints
slow trains
follow her steps faithfully
freight trains
warm her a smile

it is dark
a gentleman gets off
the platform meets him greedily
he enters the railway station
lies down on a bench
old of so many characters

nobody around
the cashier closed the window
no trains till morning
a neon lamp blinks tiredly
over an advertisement
which baits you gladly
with a hotdog fallen in additives and substitutes

Submitted: Sunday, August 10, 2008
Edited: Monday, June 17, 2013

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