On a dew-fresh morn’

and friendly sun-wake

an easy walk along the

Weidling brook

within minutes at the

local doctor’s rooms

while a gaunt-faced spouse

with her interrupted sleep

takes on her morning walk

worries about her things

for a daily fashion statement

once denied a career in

selected for ramp modelling.

She’s still keen to attract

Attention in the shadows

of a country retreat

forced upon her by society.

But then it’s best for her

nerves living close to the

Viennese Wood rim

leaving the poet to his words

that emerge within the stillness.

Friend T needs him as company

to numerous appointments

dressed up in blue and grey

wherever he might go

fresh poems will come up or

for the artist a visual idea

he’ll project onto his canvas.

 

zoltenzelan

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