Saffron robes
And a suitcase full
Of cigarettes
Eating past dark

We trade a blue-spotted orange
For bag of salted cashews
In a train compartment
Bound for a jaunty frontier

The garland of marigolds for him
A dried purple bloom
Intertwined within
my battered straw hat

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from Towns and Trains, Sudden poems 2016-2018