The artist had withdrawn
Into the Red Tower recluse
Just a stone throw from
Famous St Stephen’s Cathedral
Where famous festive songs
Underline X-mas celebrations.
Mr T asked the poet to stay
At his side at the Hanukah
Festivities at Esra
Where songs and happy sounds
Tied people together in belief
And social gathering.
Both religious get together
Happiness through communities
Sharpening the senses for their
Togetherness.
The artist being an agnostic
Has inserted his prayers into
His canvas.
The poet who observes his
Fellow men and women
Listens to their pleas complaints
And rebellious discussions
Enjoys the manifold of cultural
Diversities.
We all had a special Vodka
From which one cannot get drunk
Carnival donuts and Swiss roulade.
One lady at an adjoining table –
She looks like Aunt Annie –
Speaks continuously to her neighbor
With a preacher’s intensity
Eyes sharpened as if angry
Snake eyes staring at her prey.
A heavy man next to Mr T has
Already eaten all the donuts.
Mrs Black will wrap up the last
Swiss cream roulade
Take it home for her coffee break.
It’s a cold night
A slight drizzle grazes our cheeks.
Time to go home and hearth.
Where is home?
Home.emoH
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ZJG-POetry’17.
