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  • Night Ride (2)

    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.