On the train to the airport Mr Sadhus the ticket conductor gave me three books about the art and the preparation of memorable curries
He had written these books himself
The train driver gave my wife six packets of various curry powders
Wrapped in cellophane
When standing on the top of the Empire State Building I noticed that you were listening to music on your headphones
When I enquired of the rapper
You informed me that you were listening to Marseille by Keny Arkana
Marseille Marseille Marseille Marseille
Later we shared a coffee in small café not far from Times Square
The waitress who served us was French and had been born in Marseille
Whilst in a mall in New York I noticed that a lift had been installed without any sides
There was no frequency in its use
You woke up at six in the morning and wrote a letter to your sister in Argentina
I posted the letter for you
You received a reply just before noon
And treated me to an afternoon in a model village
We both took our wheelchairs
When I returned from work one day
I found you sitting in our garden wearing a gossamer blouse without a bra
You offered me a Bud and a slice of lime
I do not usually drink
But I was so impressed with your breasts
That I accepted the beer
At West Windsor railway station
You left our train
As you had left your cardigan in the waiting room
The train door locked before you returned
We agreed to meet under the great clock
At Paddington Station
Like young lovers
We had been staying in a hotel in Reykjavik
I had an interest in trains and volcano’s
And you were chasing the sun
On the sixth day of our stay it snowed