When we arrive at the station—
we stop. Smoke anticipation
butts. Pretend to read. Check the screen.
Everyone sits paused mid-careen
toward disparate revelations.
We pine for our destinations—
homecomings or recreations—
clutching our phones and magazines.
When we arrive
beyond immobilization,
all thoughts of our hesitation
will stay here for the time being
to sit with all who pass between
now and the gratification
when we arrive.
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