time’s up for invitations

“let‘s go on with an exhibition

of one kind

in the city of vienna

but then – i’d rather be with

anna”

his friend/the poet said.

“as an artist you are one of

a kind

under your contemp peers”

he carried on his appraisal

and donned his facial mask

but then sounds became so

muffled

and shouts would sound like

a pistol shot thru’ a silencer.

yet there’s a good time at the

café z&z – you may doff your

mask

when sitting down for coffee

and a croissant/ dear artist/

for an ice cream bowl/dearest.

“N” is pleasant and her smile

the nearest you may be with

her

as it draws you in/irresistibly

but you have to be on your toes

there –

in the corner of your eyes

your senses alarm you of one

movement

in the shadows of one and only

piece of art.

art.tra

zoltanzelan

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