Since Dr S has restored

His ailing hip joints

The poet feels the starting

Of a new life.

Twice sent to deep sleep

And twice brought back

To life again.

Life’s good.

A new start in the beginning

His new Muse in the making

States that he’s lost weight.

Indeed when his rhythm

Of resting and walking has

Settled into an equilibrium

But as Mr T demands

His presence for being his pal

For a journey to Bratislava

His balance stops for two

Days.

But he plans for the third day

To be back on some trail

Through the Viennese Woods

Again.

 

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’18.