Have a nice public holiday
the cashier says
and yet asked what kind
nobody knows.
Forgot to buy some eggs
have to go back.
Emerging again B phones
I tell her about the holiday
she needs two litres of
lactose free milk.
Returning a third time
now lucky I’ve got all to
survive another day
another weekend at the
green and dusty countryside
inundated with crossing
Chemtrails in the sky.
The bus has not yet arrived
due every half hour
the office clerk at Zuklin Bus
will investigate thanks to
smartphones
but it’s this time of zilch use.
Discipline is lacking
car drivers seem irritated at
zebra crossings
pedestrian lives hang in
balance.
B has caught an influenza virus
many people cough and sneeze.
I rush to town and the A/F
as Nica will leave at 14:00
still 1 ½ hours to write T’s
complimentary postcards
issued for a charitable cause.
It seems a waste
no use to query if it’s a
sensual decision –
But personal hourly input
counts
even 1 ½ hours means
an equivalent of nine Euro
when prices for living
steadily rise.
B’s hard hit this month
I’ll give her lots of support
not solely groceries
but a pleasant day downtown
with lunch at her fav haunt
and for coffee she invites me
to Café Opera
sated in rattan chairs with
a view towards Karlsplatz.
I recall Body & Soul –
a balanced musical piece
such balance in life is difficult
to achieve.
ecnalaB.Balance.
zoltanzelan
©ZJG-POetry’17
