An outdoor cafe in Salzburg, rain
steadily stroking the tarp overhead,
Mozart wraps around you
like a feather boa. Coffee mit schlag
is a production, tray and saucer, cream
and water, newspaper staying stiff
against the cool, humid air.
The luxury of anonymity, Austrian
politeness contrasts delicately
against Italian constant curiosity.
Crystal chandeliers gently light
the gray afternoon, and all the noise,
anger, frustration, agitation, all
the dwindling, tortured endings, wait
far away, for someone else.
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