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.