I saw a girl in the Metro
waiting for the 10 towards Austerlitz
she wore headphones and floral skirt
a bouquet of roses
stuck out of the trash can
she saw the flowers
and moved closer
she picked the petals, one at a time
she tossed them into the air
and they floated to the floor
she dropped them onto the tracks
a curious smile on her face
mice crawled and nibbled
at the velvety edges
the train came
its arrival softened
by the blood red roses
we boarded the train
she picked up a crumpled newspaper
and read the news of the day
but I don't think she cared
