C150 A Chance Encounter on a Train

If you were a woman of the south of the river, I would be the one you missed under your arm; if you were the boy who fled from school, I would be the new marble that fell from your bag, and I would watch you go away without knowing it; if you were a monk with a face to the wall, I would be the incense in front of the temple, burning and accompanying you for a quiet time.

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