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!



©Kevin Orato 2013