People don’t know if they are coming or going
A ten minute stop
spread in perpetuity
they’ll hold cigarettes close to the lip
a reminder to breathe
between rail tracks and abandoned carriages
they will bask like birds in the golden sunset
“if only sunlight was our currency”
Suck in the air
‘All together, let’s derail them’
a banner will call in protest
they will look around aimlessly
for a sign that you are ready to go
set in this old abandoned station
ochre against blue
like the country
Domokos
a stop in transit
