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The wake to an instant

cold morning air

with icy arrows to my

ears.

B’s mood unpredictable

like Weidling’s weather

the shared shower space

dominated by her demand.

In my heart a tune

I’ll put to paper while I wait

for my turn

to wash the cobwebs

from my aged eyes.

B seeks freedom and choice

of lifestyle that differs from

the artist’s.

I don’t mind as I have

many levels of consciousness

I may choose diving into.

Volare.eraloV

 

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’17.

 

 

 

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