A long goddamned day

Very late on Line 9
Too late for this
Across the tracks, on the opposite platform
A couple
With a baby carriage
You hardly ever come across baby carriages in Paris’ metro
Too many steps to get in and out
I can’t see the baby but I can hear him
He’s crying, loudly
Among the winos and the bums keeping warm
And the last revelers laughing still
Mom & Pop
Seem despondent
Not knowing what to do or where to go
There’s no help coming
And this kid is howling, howling
Despair
Plenty of despair

Ellar Wise

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