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.