
waiting for the bus
at a temporary stop
next to the open door
that invites you to enter
into a place:
welcome to the limits of
pain-gym
in the city of saints
where people march-in
meet/ travel from and to/
health enthusiasts/ sporting
folk/ casual visitors meet
at this point of mobility’s
intersection as a base
no use of discussing matters
of a specific bus
one travelled on
as it comes up with a friend
who insisted
that she was ahead of her
spouse
who left her thirty minutes
earlier
and yet she arrived at the same
time at changeover station
to join the thru-bus
he was sitting on.
well – he said – she insisted
that i hide from her
where i come from.
she thought she noticed that
he came sitting on a bus
from the opposite direction
to hide from her meeting
somebody else.
“wow now” – his friend said
“she’ll need a shrink – as
pop-words go”
“yeah” he replied
“she always insists it’s me
who’ll need one.”
they both laughed.
shrink.knirhs
zoltanzelan
zjg-poetry’20.