Up familiar Grünberger Weg
To the Jägerwiese steels me
Hardens my body on repeat
Cleanses my soul
I feel my lively heartbeat
That I’m alive.
The leaves in the beech trees
Yield to the wind playing them
Like instruments
If you listen carefully you’ll hear
A tune in a growing crescendo
Of a whole orchestra –
The wood –
On the other side of the Kahlenberg
It’s still and the vines are ready
To be picked.
The grapes taste sweet – Rheinriesling –
Will be a great wine this year.
My feet signal for a rest.
In Kahlenbergerdorf next to
Schubert’s Lime tree I eat my sandwich
Then decide to finish my route of
City Walk 1a in Nußdorf.
Cool Murauer beer awaits me at
Shake’s Irish pub. Mhh.
What a feast.
After two beers I pay Sharka
And head for the 400 bus to
Take me back to Weidling.
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ZJG-POetry’18.