Vienna

pleaseandthankyou

the numbers, please

with god's blessing &

bloody mist

lost to alleyways

all the strings

at the station play

to rattle their cups

it is christmastime

& my vocabulary is

full of warm punch

that cannot translate the menu

but always for coffee

smartly the lines

in centuries turn

& yet all the cakes live on

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