Steel Smile

The steel smile of rails,

The concrete sneer of station platforms,

The impassive countenances of wharves,

Are eloquent of separations.

Around them lingers the salt of tears,

The blurred fragments of kisses and of flowers,

The sad sweet aroma of parting.

I have looked long enough on the austerity of steel rails,

The finality of wide gray wastes of sea.