The 7.14
The 7.14, the train I always take, it
arrives empty from the depot so I
always get a seat, the interiors are
Christian Lacroix and lights ambient
lavender blue, just right for the not-
morning person who looks at
suburbs that roll by while listening
to drinking songs as the day dawns
behind the single chimney they left
up I don’t know why and I’m alone
to reflect on the distance between
us, don’t get me wrong, it’s a long-
enough-distance one this, invariably
civil dawn already where you are
Patrick Williamson. Recent poetry collections: Here and Now and Take a deep look (Cyberwit.net), Traversi (Samuele Editore). Editor and translator: The Parley Tree, Poets from French-speaking Africa and the Arab World (Arc, 2012). Member of European board of The Antonym.