Transit

by Mara K. · 17/02/2026
Published 17/02/2026 08:18

The guy at the counter says an hour,

maybe two if the lugs are rusted.

I’m looking at a National Geographic

with a cover that’s been folded back.


There’s a train on a bridge in Switzerland,

slicing through a mountain of white glass.

I wonder if the people in the dining car

have to sit on vinyl chairs

and wait for someone to fix their brakes.

#infrastructure #observation #transit #travel #waiting

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