Fifteen subway stops from the hill

She was standing at the bottom of Odette’s restaurant
Five fireworks of feelings collide with me at the same time :
A Meteor of elegance, 
A sad sample of paradise,
A hunt injury far from the hounds, 
The scattered beads of desire,
And the deep gash of tenderness.
I was wondering where she went when she left the place
Is there anybody out there for her ?
Across the bridge,
In the Muslim quarter with the dummy heron
Or at a distance of fifteen subway stops from the hill
Is there anybody smiling in her thoughts
And calls her pure beauty
When I am standing there
At the bottom of nowhere.