When the train went
Around the bend
Her sleepy head swung my way.
Just short of my shoulder.
I'd seen her before
In other seats, on other trains
And in motion.
I noticed
She bit her lip.
The blood seeped
Through her lipstick and dried.
Maybe she bit her lip during a hurried lunch
Or chewing gum
As her fingers flew over the keyboard
Racing to meet a deadline.
She tried to cover it up with more lipstick.
I only noticed it because she was
Perfectly still
And close, very close and
I took the time to look hard,
Very hard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poemb francis. i like.