was I ever able to talk?
on that day when the cloud covered the sun
then split open for just one second
so that light became a focused dazzle
I remember speaking
not important nor memorable nor heard
something dropped from my mouth
a foreign coin falling from the pocket of a careless guest
I am a visitor here
have spent my time in useless loiter
pacing the platform of trains that do not exist
when the next one arrives, I shall board
settle into the window seat until I am home
pay the conductor with another word
another word another word
placed with attentive care into his waiting hand
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