A quick start on Monday
Morning
Ahead of bus schedules
And feeling sorry for his
Knee
The poet murmured
He calls abstract prayer.
‘I will be off on foot’
He said
‘And walk from the bank
To the Physio place
For exercises’.
At the bank the poet noticed
That he’d forgotten his
Reading glasses.
A friendly woman lend him
Her glasses
But they were too weak
To read the code nestling
Between a thicket of drawn
Lines
As an idea to avoid easy
Recognition by others.
Damned!
However
The poet continued his
Shopping at a nearby market
Close to a light industrial area
Amidst fine dust from cement
Productions.
Well. If it’s also excessive diesel
Exhausts or acid rain bursts
Chemtrails from airplanes or
Glyphosate sprayed on fields
It’ll be some micro plastic
In foodstuff.
Forget all that. The poet sighed.
He’d met a woman with dusky
Overall appearance
With brown eyes that glow and
Warm his heart.
Strong good chemistry flows
Through her finger tips
When he receives a medically
Suggested massage on his leg.
Thus her sensual touches
Have affected his whole being.
In time he was attracted to the
Far- eastern beauty.
Will sympathy turn to love?
DUSKY.YKSUD
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’19.