Yesterday’s snow has
completely dissolved
yet icy winds prevail.
I flee to the bus on time
a free ride to Weidling’s
station.
Two stops later
B stepped into the Bus
id not recognize me
at first
sitting at the back.
But as she half-turns
to activate the stop button
she gives me a hand sign.
I have to sit alone and
ponder my thoughts
about a life together
failing to provide for her
old age. Does she want
me to feel guilty?
I take the U-Bahn to
Museumsquartier
walk to KHM next door.
Nica gave me a year’s
entrance ticket as a
gift For my birthday.
Sketch book and pen is
all I’ll need for the next
few hours
seeking inspiration.
A copy artist paints in
painstaking mood
Breughel’s winterscape.
I sketch the essence of
One of his landscapes.
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’17.