On a pink-clouded day
Along the Danube River
The sun like a huge stage light
Illuminated a virtual scene
Riding along bus 239
I gathered I knew only
As usually quite drab.
What is it on this Wednesday
Morn’ that has influenced
The way I feel?
Perhaps the New Year still
In it’s infancy
But serious thoughts about
Its growing up?
Life might offer a respite
From living in between
Air pollution and the hope
Of an escape to an Island
In the Med.
zoltanzelan
ZJG-Poetry ’17.