Winter Train

I’m waiting for a belated train
over the even fields
snow colors are turning my eyes spokes
a silvery pigeon passes by
cutting dusk clouds

Under a fir wrapped in hoarfrost
someone forgot an old pram
the others renounced before me
I’m alone in the waiting room
thirsty for one hour
the cold drags out some tears
well’s water has a taste of rust
frozen fangs bite my soles
the ice is almost hot

A warm train approaches
lights shivering inside like in a hollow pumpkin
if I step in I will be a melting honeycomb
in bitter tea
I waited too long

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