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.