Just before mid-August
when the air lies still
and cooling down from
airplane spraying
won’t be effective.
The brave staff from
Forum des Arts
still, commutes downtown:
Viki in the mornings
ZZ in the afternoon.
Spouse B will not take on
Mrs. IRA’s admin work –
Good for the poet
as he would gladly help.
The artist will keep
good relations
as all already know it:
The gallery will close
in autumn.
But some work will still
remain
especially if Mrs. IRA will
captain the family boat.
A glow in the dark –
Hope’s the last thing
to die in a country that
prides itself to be
steadfast European
at least thru’ official
politics.
Mr. T is disappointed with
world happenings
concerned about WWIII.
God forbid – he mutters.
There’s not a thing you
could do – he says.
Well – the poet answers
you could pray
we’ll all stay safe and well.
OK – he says – and you?
I will sit back and think
about LOVE
write down my thoughts
and toast my Muse.
TOAST.TSAOT
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’17.