Inertia


I found myself on the Plage des Femmes

Which as I expected was full of women

It was a beautiful feeling to be a woman

On this sandy beach in the Gospel de Ville

 

But then in the distance I saw a train

Heading toward the Station of the Beaches

The train was blue and was lightly disguised

By the many shades and hues of the Oval Sea

 

I tried to warn my friends on the beach

That a train was imminent as they were

Too close to the platforms and station tracks

But they ignored me sand shower shower sand shower