there are city trails
that inspire:
lakes/ woods/ mountains
some only accessible at its base
with a private vehicle.
yet to see vienna’s periphery
you have to walk all walks
designed to give the wanderer
a well-rounded impression of
the area concerned.
this time the city’s tenth walk
is called: breitenlee.
its path leading out of a
spread-out village
to nearby recreational areas
past small settlements
small areas of forestation
green fields/ high grass/nature
reserves
a stud farm with healthy looking
horses
more high grown thistle along
the embankments of the
northern bypass-motorway.
having lost sight of one signpost
perhaps forgotten to replace
after building operations
the poet lost his way
but passed a huge piece of land
prepared with extensive fresh
lettuce planting by machines.
his compass showed him the
correct direction back.
finally some wind-power masts
were good position markers.
passing the stud farm before
reminded him suddenly of
a jolly fast ride on a retired
race horse he couldn’t control
inexperienced his foot slid from
the stirrup and he lost balance
rolling from the horse like an
indian/ seen in the movies.
damned! Fell on a hard place
causing him concussions.
besides he noticed details of
flowering thistle
natures great ingenious design
but a lack of benches to rest.
great thirst to be quenched
he found the only village pub
on his final hundred metres to
the end of trail ten
the terrace/ overhung with
wine leaves/ populated
to the last seat by locals for
a Sunday luncheon
at the pub inside the most
sought after beers: Zwettler
cool/ fine foam/ delicious
nectar from the barrel of the
gods/ mhh/ prost.
zoltanzelan
zjg-poetry’20
