22.viii.00
Vienna
there's an incessant wind
blowing through trees outside
the Viennese window;
with very little imagination it
could be Cesky Krumlov
where the trees sang as well
day 21 of the trip.
down from the north we came
by train
half a day
hoping for something
a word sign anything!
from Stephan's brother:
"use my flat," he said,
but his brother had the key
brother, too busy, nowhere
to be found
then on the phone when
we needed to call
but at long last
the key arrives
with the brother
full of apologies
wind blows so hard that
something has snapped
in the boyer of boughs.
so far our enclave is safe from
the terror between two pressures.
we are passed over.
walking rash getting worse
despite medicine applied.
good thing holiday comes to an
end soon, or there will be nothing left
to walk on.
dog barks from the windy howling
outdoors and I picture a small
tornado sucking him away.
Oz has risen again and in oscillations
has come to Vienna looking for more.
it will not be easy among
a city full of tall 17th century
buildings set on medieval carcass
he will take the garbage or
redistribute it. perhaps that is why
his anger seems to grow.
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