Morning 2

Sunday’s morning sun

Lights up the historic

Profiled facades

The view along to the

Left bend of Wollzeile

Where people and cars

Disappear.

Six advertising signs still

Burn against the grey

Of the old buildings

They are hung from.

The lit-up street with

New LED-stars

Of yesterday night

Has vanished to the sound

Of an oriental wonderland.

The skies turn blue with

The murmuring of curious

Crowds

Torn up in the dashes of

Cloud-lines

Above the mansard roofs

Of the inner city.

Buch & Kunst nearby –

Once haunt of artists and

Students

Visiting their sweethearts

Who sold books and records

At Heger: Eva/ Brigitte/

Elisabeth/

Still remembered.

Sweet life where art happens

At Red Tower’s temp refuge.

RED.DER

 

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’18.

 

 

 

 

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