Eyelids getting heavier
in the mid-afternoon blur,
images stay still
in our desperate eyes.
Big expectations
from people
with no change
in their pockets.
Our tickets said 'Home',
the road led us nowhere.
A distant murmur
spiked our mumbling.
False alarm.
There'll be no train for us today.
Skopje-Veles-Prilep
June,2012
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