Do we return to the house left behind?
The coin takes its flight and is carried away.
The dial tone keeps humming — why hasn’t he phoned?
I told him, “Don’t wait!” Where the hell has he roamed?
O, noble woman,
We walk to the gate
Still chewing Sonnenblumen,
With Gouda and fate on a plate.
Seconds and minutes — you sit and endure:
A stray little puppy on a chain, insecure.
Bergstrasse, hills on heaven’s Highway
“Stolz bin i uff Schriese und soj gudir Woj!”
O, noble woman,
We walk to the gate
Still chewing Sonnenblumen,
With Gouda and fate on a plate.
A pale namesake of an old movie queen.
Station lights glimmer with cold, distant sheen.
The planets grow colder, their silence is set.
Just four final coins for the last ticket yet.
Now chewing bread with a moldy Roquefort,
So long, fair lady — we walk... out the door.
2026
Intermedia I
© Copyright: Сергей Зигле, 2025
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