Where Vivenot lane starts

And where once good friends

Met for a daily walk

Stretching legs and venting

Heated minds

Exchanging smiles

Where it all began…

The poet writes

As seven years will move

Towards the marker of

MUSE I

The ninth letter oft he

Alphabet

Will perhaps give the

Message –

Beethoven’s Ninth

Mahler’s fear

The poet’s fate with the

Appearance of a lust-drop?

If this would be his next

Adventure

The new Muse as

Love’s companion

To be the poet’s other half

On these –

The last laps of his creative

But fading of physical life?

VIVA IRA.ARI AVIV

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ZJG-POetry’20.