you had to take a breather
waiting to change buses
you could sit on a bench
or wait in the ÖBB waiting
area of the train station.
here/ seats are available
come rain come shine
however –
along some walkways
around hamlets
benches were taken leave
or perhaps being repaired
or in the process of being
replaced
who knows.
however/ not everybody likes
closed in waiting rooms
at a train station
as odours could put you off.
but then the poet – his nose
exposed to the dry/dusty
african building sites –
with a handicapped sense
of smelling
has no problems waiting for
the bad weather to clear up
in a dry room that is even
more suitable for staying-in
than his humidity enveloped
bedsitter at a nearby hamlet.
could he be soon in a position
of saying good riddens to it?
zoltanzelan
zjg-poetry’20.
