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Gordan Struić
In Transit
The carriage hums —
rows of bowed heads,
fingers scrolling,
eyes tethered
to small glowing screens.
Outside,
the city slides by,
blurred lines
of glass and rain.
I watch my own reflection —
half-face, half-shadow,
and behind me,
someone lifts their eyes,
just once,
before folding back
into silence.
No words.
Only a flicker —
a brief, invisible thread
between strangers,
the kind that stays,
quietly,
long after
the journey ends.
Ghosts in transit.
Gordan Struić is a poet, writer and lawyer from Zagreb, Croatia. His work explores silence, memory, and the hidden undercurrents of human experience. His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Beyond Words, 34th Parallel Magazine, Stone Poetry Quarterly, Prosetrics Magazine, Voidspace, and #Ranger Magazine. When not writing, he plays guitar, searching for what cannot be said in words
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