Waiting for the half-hourly
green Zuklin bus
sitting on a wooden slatted
bench without a backrest
but still better than sitting
on the stone paved floor
as many Easterners will do.
Opposite me a man paces up
and down
his blue shirt acts like a flag
in the sudden breeze.
He is all over a woman in
a summery dress when she
appears
parking her VW next to his.
She turns and giggles as he
comments on her dress that
clings to her body line by
the sudden breeze.
Left from my sighting the
ÖBB Wiesel has arrived
At Weidling’s station and
is poised for a take-off to
downtown Vienna.
The traffic flows at a slower
pace than usual.
The sun blazes down in
an attempt to undress us
altogether.
Boutique Catwalk places
a sun sail to protect its
exposed fashion for sale.
The cars pass in front of
the bus stop with continual
tenacity
speeding up natural life.
A dark-haired woman with
conscription glasses takes
a seat next to me
but feels an urge to get up
and walk.
I notice a car’s number plate
Sticking out her black knapsack.
She walks toward the ÖBB
station Weidling.
Her terracotta coloured
short pants
become a blur in the distance.
The air is heated up
but clouds gather and block out
the dog teeth of the sun.
Mrs Ira phones to postpone
afternoon’s work at her Art Shop.
Good timeous call
I’ll buy some watermelon
at a Spar shop nearby.
It’s an aesthetic ritual to cut
and eat the pink coloured
watermelon
reminding me of sun-drenched
beaches at a Greek Island
heated skins
wholesome Med-food
the holistic love of a Muse
dedicated to Art & Love.
ART & LOVE. EVOL & TRA
zoltanzelan
©ZJG-POetry’17.
