
the poet had lost the edge
of instant communication
back in times of guns & roses
in gauteng – land of pioneers
afrique du sud.
ten years later on a Wednesday
morn he steps out into a day
emptied of people and deer
lack of empathy and respect
but just don’t take it too hard
on this Weidlingbach trail
try a new one to the world
of Wienerwald inns
thistle’s lush showing harbours
emerald lacquer-finished beetles
sucking sweet-rotten scent.
hinterweidling’s houses lie
already deeply embedded in
the lush green overgrown
valley below –
what trail is this?
marked as a red one
steep like the man who forged
it out of nature –
smooth silken barks of beech
huggable –
roots like steps across the path
pause the hard walk-up
look into the crowns of brother
and sister trees converging.
have you pal tattooed your
fav tree? Wounds heal but
scars remain.
life & death in nature will
confront you fellow wanderer
truth-seeker/ mind cleanser
habsburgwarte/ charming couple
from barcelona in casual talk
comparing notes
poet and teachers
back to brunnstubenweg/
weidling
all’s in flux.
zoltanzelan
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