The poet’s spouse
Thinned down elfin-like
Thru’ a hard hitting life’s
Exhausting experiences
With Goods-grabbers
Affecting body and soul.
With her sympathetic nervous
System wearing thin
He meets her day by day
In Vienna’s lively city centre
Sharing coffee and meals
Site seeing and talks
About music art and biographies
Of artists.
The poet is a good listener
And his spouse needs the
Stimulation of a world city
And the flight from a boring
Provincial life
Its terrifying monotony and
The desert of communicative
People.
Well done.
As long as her spouse remains
An honorary helper
To his aged friend
They’ll have an interesting
And stimulating meeting
In the capital’s centre.
‘unbelievable’ she said
‘Here in the city we do not
Fight’.
‘No’ he says.
‘We both need our defined
Spaces
To live out our individualities
OK.
Give it another year’
He said.
‘And I’ll see if we could live
In the city’.
‘Really?’ She replied.
‘Let’s cross the bridge when
We’ll get there!’
‘OK’.
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ZJG-POetry’19.