Yvonne Romano

Then and now

heady syringas        a garden in spring
a rhythmic mantra that the train wheels sing
amo amas amat        as in a trance
they kissed entwined under a rising moon
she day-dreamed of sheiks on the way to school
romance   true love   exotic lands    monsoons
meanwhile        decapitated by the train
a headless chicken does its manic dance

now her journey’s more confined.     from the train
she still climbs slopes, flies kites, surfs turquoise waves;
sees a lone arum bloom in winter shade;
picks everlastings; hears a scops owl call;
memories flash by –  ecstasy    and pain
still life framed in the windows of a train.


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