You wake to a quaint
Sunday morn‘
Or at least you think
It’s Sunday
You miss the smell of
Freshly baked rolls
Or ground coffee beans.
Instead your mind projects
To you the smells of
Yesterday –
Sweet oleander overload
The taste of lemon maracuya
And chocolate ice cream
From ‘Ice-Peter’
Most famous in Baden/Vienna
Where the celebrated and the
Infamous rally to the spas.
Certainly Beethoven was with
Grillparzer and Mozart
The most prominent of artists
And in the early 20th century
Strauß and Lanner
Who took to the sulfur waters.
‘Good morning!’ Eva greets
A room neighbour
Sharing the daily meals at the
Same table
In the Grand Hotel Badener Hof.
Time to divulge in fresh fruit
And some sweets.
Yet the taste buds are not
Stimulated as usually
Besides the smells seem faintly
Recognizable.
Eva means that’s due to age.
Sweet age of the late 70’s.
AGE.EGA
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ZJG-POetry’19.
