“It’s lovely when a parting takes place at a train station or else a reunion transpires and occurs.”
—Robert Walser, Microscripts
From left to right we see the following:
the end carriage of an Indian train,
burnt sienna by age as much as design;
a man in a grey suit, jumping
onto the staircase step of the train,
tanned luggage discarded behind him;
a second man in a darker grey suit
is feet behind, carrying a suitcase
and a cane, his head bandaged;
four strides behind him a third man is running,
bags in both of his hands,
his grey suit the brightest of them all.
Dull bronze hills fill the background.
We don’t see where the train is going.