preparation for a distantly approaching winter.

July 282016

The warm water spray on the head, the back. Soap, rinse.

and out.

There are no towels. Wet, dripping, into the corridor,

to the glass  fronted cabinet. There, on the shelves, stacks

of towels.

There are boxes everywhere on the floor, trip over

them in the gloom.

After drying, back to the bedroom wardrobe, fresh

trousers, shirt, and all the rest. The cat comes into

the bathroom, it wants attention.

Put the umbrella into the bag, cannot find the wallet now. 

search.

It is on the dumbwaiter, beside the bed, and-0h it

has the keys beside it. Those would have been forgotten.

Leave the house, down the alley, past the church,

across the old town street, down the Theater street.

There is the woman who works in the discount bakery

and- Good Morning. and the young Turkish woman

is preparing the Döners for sale during the day. The

turkish fast food restaurant is right beside the discaount

bakery.

Dolores and the Teacher, at the bus stop. There is an

athletic elder gentleman in khaki shorts, shirt

and rucksack, also wearing boots, distrustfully consulting the bus timetable,

Then to the seat in front of the television, a film of a basketball star playing football.

Write, and wait for the Rosenheim train to come

into it's platform .
 It has a noisy diesel engine.

It is the sign to leave for, yes. Platform four again.

The Munich express is waiting, more empty than

usual.

And so ride through a mdddy-ruddy-illuminated

landscape of harvested fields and ripe grain,

fens and fields of maize.

The sun is barely up now, the days are shortening

again in preparation for a distantly approaching winter.