
photo: Martin G. Wienert; Baltic Sea, Christmas 2008
Fresh air! ...
Coldness! ...How wonderful! ...
hot flash
I need no feather bed
this winter
(AW, Dec. 2008)
Piazza Tale
As always: for my husband red wine, for me white wine.
"When I was young, strangers complimented me."
"What was your last sentence, honey?"
"Strangers made compliments in my youth."
"Often?"
"No, not often. I was shy and had to wear glasses."
"A lot of women have to wear glasses."
"I was too stupid to recognize that I was quite pretty then. Today photos tell me that..."
"Salmon or lamb chops? Or better the vegetarian dish?"
As always: no coffee after lunch.
We walk across the footbridge and reach the piazza.
Heat
the dog
opens one eye
tiny shoots
in the greenhouse –
I whisper
spring stroll
bedclothes airing
on windowsills
cherry blossoms
the jogger stops
to check his pulse
spring chill
tapping the barometer
one more time
(Angelika Wienert; LYNX, June 2008)
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