In the rainy station squarethere are footsteps.A blue containeris visible in the window.The water at our feetdries little by little.
At the right endof the wet long bench,someone's bagpresses into the space.The shoes beside themare close to the water.
I put my ticketaway in my hand.In the bus windowa shadow of my face appears.One far-off soundcan be heard.
A small personmoves only two steps,lifts the bagsoftly onto their knees.One end of the long benchopens.
That personis no longer there.On the long benchonly the trace of water remains.The bus sounds,and water splashes softly.
I also take two steps,draw back a little,and set my bagon the wet floor.The shoes beside mestay dry.