On The Write Path

Nerves on edge (Munich)

Nerves on edge

Loud drunks drink thinking it's still Oktoberfest.
And so it is.
Every day of the year.
My nerves can't take it unless I fake it.
It'll be quiet enough once home.
This month of travel unwinds in Munich:
Bavarian splendor,
plentiful food,
a river wave for surfers,
a lit pagoda,
an expansive park
and enough glitter one forgets about gold.
I'm old, too old for Munich.
The vibe beats frenetic...
better to abandon it to the young.

© Kåre Enga [4.november.2016]

Sent on a postcard to Kim Barnett Ashby in Houston.

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