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A Sailor by The Shore
by Jan Oscar Hansen
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  The railway station’s café is closing the last train has gone,
a small dark migrant woman in blue overall, is sweeping
the floor. I look out of the window and see the terminal,
the tracks shine in lamplight as silent rain falls; it signifies,
the melancholy of our common betrayal. We always let
down someone in our life and live to regret what we can’t
undo and make better. I have a suitcase with wheels on,
the modern type, everyone uses them now and they are
a blessing for a traveler, I wheel the suitcase to the door
say goodnight to the sweeper, she looks up, smiles and
I remember warmer shores. The last train has long since
gone, I have forgotten where I live, and it doesn’t matter,
as I fade into the night, to where the sea hums, the lover
that made me into flotsam.
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