Back in the Badener Bahn
Ivory and blue train
Out of a paradise of
‘Dolce far niente’
Whenever one had finished
Successfully one’s therapies.
One train arrives
One train goes.
Two coaches with a flexible joint
For mastering tight curves.
The sun bakes the dust-grey
Cloud cover over the city
The air impregnated with
Dampness.
I’m traveling from a country town
To a hamlet
Bypassing the big city with the
Metro train below and above
Ground.
Time flies.
In a jiffy I’m at the 400 bus
Heading toward Klnbg-Weidling
Home?
Temporary home.
I’m uneasy.
UNEASY.YSAENU
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ZJG-POetry’19.
Gabi commented that my poetry reads like a diary. Well, of course I write Journal-Poetry also on a regular basis. I am glad that my readers from Austria to Hong Kong, Australia to South Africa, Oman to India, all like a read. For you and everybody I write with pleasure about my life. A life that started in Vienna continued in Afrique du Sud and returned back to Vienna. Enjoy! ZJG.
Not to forget readers from France and the Czech Republic, besides, I guess some of the readers that commented so kindly, and who are poets, or appreciate poetry. Greetings and get penning! ZJG