on a cold & wet Wednesday


the poet finally finished his



slipped into winter-gear and

caught the bus with the

control-freak-driver present

who still is keen to catch him

without a valid ticket.

kierling/a larger village than


but half as pretty.

however/lenaugasse the

station to get out/not indicated

correctly on the bus monitor/

the poet eyed the sign on the

bus station in time.

walk back to hofer-market

looking for the postal depot.

at the same token/with time

in hand

the poet detected the nearby

kafka-society’s museum

where the famous writer

wrote his last words/noted

down the opening hours

not displayed at the website

or its updates incomplete.

with this mistaken postal


at least a chance to see

kafka’s room

having waited five years

to receive a viewing time.

retrieved the parcel from’s

‘the last score’ about Mahler

the composer with a view

of his vision for classical


the poet bought a bottle

of ‘blaufränkisch’ at hofer

and caught the bus back

with his effort to put his

hand on another poet’s





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