silence lived before we entered

remember when we slipped

through the silvery limbs

of Barcelona's rails

pushing each red lettered ticket

through the hungry slot,

brushing brightly lettered details

of our trip beneath our prints

remember how the station trembled

like Fall

ready to shake herself free

of crispy leaves 

the doors roared open

devouring our senses with the

breakfast, 
papers
scarves

and silence

which surely lived before we

entered.