Gate 53 now is closed

all tickets for sale
is now past

the man said!!!
perpendicular, she sit on the bench alone

a paper in his hands
waiting for  the next departure

transversely, she wants

run into  the Southern Cross
throughout her solitude that’s fit well

horizontally he arrives
silent, as if it were human
aren’t steel’s friction steps
but she knows are railways to go

malicious engineering
long curves …
~She, vertical ~He, erect~

From afar, you can see
crumpled paper at the train station 53