Baden good-bye!
Roll my packed suitcase
Along the tarred roads
To Josefsplatz.
In time –
Escaped from the dragnet
Of therapies and repetitive
Meals.
The school discipline.
The funny but uncaring
Mrs N.
The overweight woman
With her rollator.
Yet the talkative Mrs E.
Sweet when met alone
But easily influenced by
Both dominating women.
After a short morning’s walk
And a Magnum ice cream
I pull out of the
Badener Hof Hotel and
Wellness Spa.
Time. Finito. Basta.
My cure a success.
My back hurts pulling my
Suitcase along
Loaded with garments
I never wore
And an additional book
About Eros.
BYE.EYB
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’19.