
in times of recalling a serious
seclusion
a friend is like your inner freedom
deeply felt
your echo of creative expression
it’s your cup of coffee
when you’ll enjoy it double
with her being present –
and while i reflect on my friend
i once lost and then found
during an exhibition of fine art
i’ve been amazed at her art of
disclosure as a woman of letters.
in times of a lockdown no.2
when one shares a warmed-up
piece of focaccia
in the arcades of the city
facing the unlit opera house of
vienna
in a drizzle of a grey afternoon –
when poets will meet.
poets.steop
zoltanzelan
zjg-poetry’20.
how then at an advanced age the veil of selfish views will wither in the clear wintry air
so a jewel of a friend is found among the most talented of contemporaries
but never mind their ages that much.