I walk in the rain.
On the Danube,
the many bridges fade into fog.
Nothing gets done.
Nothing is never important enough.
The lines are down—
no banking, no activation, no phone—
Promising for this misty afternoon.
A retro cheese melt and a cup of espresso
on the road.
Hellos and goodbyes come with
the lifting of the fog.
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