With big brown eyes
she watches him
where he is sitting
right opposite her
and outside yellow brown
dried out cornfields flash past
as a sign of this winter
and there’s something carefree
in his bright blue eyes.
Next to him on the seat
there are two bushes
of red carnations that she can smell
and she would gladly
received such flowers
from a loved one,
but he’s a stranger
riding along on the train
and she’s thought struck
when he receives a SMS on his cellular phone
and it suddenly feels
as if the whole world folds opens
in front of her
when without words
he hands her the flowers.
Gert Strydom
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/red-carnations/
