Wobbly Start

Bad luck follows the poet

Contracting a bug that drains

All fluids from his body

Forcefully

With intermittent sessions

At the bathroom

All day and toward 5:30 in

The morning.

 

He cleans up and dresses

Visiting the nearby rooms

Of the local doc

Albeit his shaky legs he

Makes it on the frosted path.

Yet he’s grateful the surgery

Is open at this time of the

New Year

When others are still skiing

In the nearby mountains.

 

New Year’s cough.

New Year with a bout of flu

How to shake off the bad taste

In one’s mouth?

Better to return to the warmth

Of one’s bed.

 

And there are still drawings

To be done.

Poetry.

Prose.

A painting for Mrs Ira to complete

Drawing with trees in a dusty

Setting for Nica –

Just as the poet experienced it

At his walks –

As a present for her Orthodox

New Year.

NEWYEAR.RAEYWEN

 

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’18.

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