Never did I allow myself the vaguest thought –
That inside tin, timber and silicon boxes;
Christened carriages and dragged along rails –
By wizened, half-attentive engineers steering –
A yellow-lined relic through Kibera, homeward –
Love or Attraction in all their varying versions
Would brew, even if fleetingly.
And though Love and Attraction – or whatever that was
Never fully flourished into a burgeoned bougainvillea
Your name and the train and the phrase they both formed
Remain on my mind and on my lips:
Suzanne from the Train Ride Home!
THE TRAIN-WRECKED ORATOR! 🙂