Took off at first like
A lame duck
But fortunately we still
Have fresh water supply.
Then – greatest one of
Many mornings
The poet’s spouse was in
A good mood
Having absolved her morn’
Jog around green Weidling
Does her a world of good.
The poet raised his arms
And exercised: holding his
Ink pen
At boesner’s art-café
Where he acquired a reasonably
Priced unruled notebook:
Talens from Holland in scarlet
RED.
Thanks to boesner the artist
ZG has a chance to survive
In his world he’d created
Which he opens-up to friends
And interested parties.
Like the young woman who
Was interested in his work
He had just selected decorative
Colourful photo paper for
Passe-partouts to stage an
Artistic presentation.
In the adjoining pub he finds
Hortobagyi palacsinta –
Pancakes a la Hortobagy.
Mhhh.
He can’t resist ordering this
Dish he had tasted last time
As a visiting student to Hungary.
Sixty years ago.
May I tell you? The poet said
It tasted super
Washed down with a glass of
Blaufränkisch-red.
MHH.
RED.DER
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ZJG-Poetry’20.