Joan Margarit i Consarnau


He kept a seat for me by his side
On a train heading towards the horizon.
I recall him drawing closer to the end, defenseless.
Yet, clad in a suit and a tie,
It'd seem that he was still in charge.
He was very afraid. Utterly. And still,
He radiated a new sort of dignity,
Elegantly taking his last turn.
I can feel the danger brushing past the mirrors.

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