At the entrance of bus 43 towards Gare de l'Est
Three ladies chatter
Blurbs of random events from the day's inventory.
Punctuated by dreams of a not-too-distant future
they spoke in a familiar language, and accent and gesture
They spoke of a day when they would have their ‘papers'
Marry the man of their dreams, live the right life.
They spoke in a familiar language,
The language of a sojourner –
whose fate is to make homes they would never take with them.
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