night train brattling
in Strasbourg’s ambit
your mother reclining
no regard for her book
enigmatic smile flashing
hinting some secret
I will not know for years
behind dark eyes
aspect beyond inclusion
that faint neonate pulse
knowing you already
had I grasped then
what she already knew
sensing an arcanum of you
stirring deep & mysterious
within her as she sat quietly
there would be no surprise
now I see you sitting there
tree-shaded Berlin café
four decades passing
since that night train
that enigmatic smile
your mother’s dark eyes
I wonder if you share
her secret of you
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