It's Always Something

The tour is over. Now, it's time to address
Mundane needs. I'm lodged in northern
Munich, which is working class, not picturesque.
The family's on a plane back home. I have
No need for souvenirs. What I want most is food
To eat, and there is plenty here, leftovers
From the meals we ate last night. The duck's
Delicious, but, alas, I'm not in Salzburg anymore
Exactly at the time when I could use a little salt.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-10-06 at 11:05

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