‚How do you do Pierre?‘
‚Well, I sit on the terrace
In the outside Chilai
No waiter
No people
It’s depressing…‘
‚OK-I’ll come and meet you
But you pay the penalties…‘
He laughs as he had suggested
The same to me –
OK. It’s great to laugh with
A friend
In times of crass isolation.
The city’s closed up 95%
Our favourite cafes are in
Quarantine-mode
Save for one spot at the cafe’s
Forecourt- breaking the law…
For Pierre it meant to celebrate
My birthday is important.
WOW!
Dry sparkling wine and some
Delicious biscuits with it.
Thanks ny friend, I’m touched!
For a present he hands me a
White PI-envelope with
A PI-designed foulard!
What colours…my favourites…
Immediately it’ll rest around
My neck! Featherlight silk
For the gods of design…
We change seats to face the
Sunrays a light.grey dust-cloud
Still allows to pass through.
Then again bck into the
Empty roads
Passed deserted shops
But at Billa Corso still a chance
To buy some groceries.
Ciao! Salu Pierre!
Thanks fort he great day!
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’20.
