Back in the Badener Bahn

Ivory and blue train

Out of a paradise of

‘Dolce far niente’

Whenever one had finished

Successfully one’s therapies.

One train arrives

One train goes.

Two coaches with a flexible joint

For mastering tight curves.

The sun bakes the dust-grey

Cloud cover over the city

The air impregnated with

Dampness.

I’m traveling from a country town

To a hamlet

Bypassing the big city with the

Metro train below and above

Ground.

Time flies.

In a jiffy I’m at the 400 bus

Heading toward Klnbg-Weidling

Home?

Temporary home.

I’m uneasy.

UNEASY.YSAENU

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ZJG-POetry’19.