Bern Hard

A RIDE TO NOWHERE IN PARTICULAR

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Opposite

We yet unface each other much-

Our eyes, afraid to touch,

Bend in a blurred frustration

Towards the gaudy combination Of cheap advertisements.

(Divertisements)

Of salves and a gastric acid cure.

If only we were sure-

You that I, and I that you

Belonged to the evicted crew,

We could mutter softly, “'Hi!''

With the batting of an eye;

Then, aloud,

And quite amnestic to the crowd,

No.

Ask: "Shall we go?"

The train has reached another station,

And one of us, in hesitation,

Must now get up and leave to wonder

The rest of our lives asunder:

Was he, was he the one?

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