domingo, 14 de fevereiro de 2010

On a Train

The book I've been reading
rests on my knee. You sleep.

It's beautiful out there -
fields, little lakes and winter trees
in February sunlight,
every car park a shining mosaic.

Long, radiant minutes,
your hand in my hand,
still warm, still warm.

Wendy Cope

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