In a Tunnel
- what am I doing in this tunnel? –
he shouts inwardly,
as the traffic
snails through
the outskirts of the city centre.
half way through the tunnel
his course remains the same
his trajectory remains the same
straight.
Metal coursing on rubber
under cement arcs
over painted lines;
the new aqueducts.
hitchhikers want off curbs.
they want to be elsewhere.
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