to watch as she sits
on an express train
from nowhere to nowhere
a cream complexion
platinum hair of a dry autumn
brownish green trousers of a country pond
black hobnailed high-heel shoes
a cornflower thin wool jumper
her index finger
with dark blue varnish on the nail
brushes a touch screen
the fingertip with a unique fingerprint
taps on the names of those
to whom she talks about nothing in particular
killing the time of the journey
from nowhere to nowhere
a slightly aquiline nose
prolonged eyelashes
violet lipstick
rouge on the cheeks
rods of the red sun
on her October legs
the path trodden in the hollow of the spine
descends to the bottom of the valley
cut between two cultivated knolls
where from under decaying leaves
a bitter spring flows
the deserted road to senility and death
through the window of an express train
from nowhere to nowhere
