Poetry

A look

27 February 2015

I stepped off the train and from the other side (the side that I was stepping onto), a man jumped, leaped across the platform to open the doors of the train and I paused, alarmed. And a girl standing on the platform, still, looked at me and her look said to me, like a friend, how stupid that was, that that man did that, that she too was surprised, shocked even, and she said between us with this look: I can tell you that I thought that that was stupid – idiotic even, what he did, because this is what you are saying to me with your face; that is what your look is saying to me too.


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