#bogart
courting the sun
after a cool June
in my vintner's garden
close to the southern border
carefully sipping
his latest selection
a good year
you can taste it
looking out from the hill
across the river valley
I listen to his children
proudly telling how
only yesterday
they filled 50 sandbags
just in case
the deafening roar
of an interceptor jet
splits the air
just for seconds
leaves my wine glass
trembling
three helicopters
slash their way south
and come back later
over the winding road
on the next hill
the last tank of the column
disappears
we can hear
not far away
over there
sounds like explosions
we enjoy the sun
Helmut opens another one
of his treasured bottles
and tells me
what he will do
if They come across
he is a good hunter
and an excellent shot
I sip the clear wine
watch how the sunlight
lends its brilliance
to the half-filled glass
I feel a little bit
like Humphrey Bogart
in the wrong movie.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC
My bogart of ultimate terror,
Not at all a monster,
But is of complete loneliness.
And my bogart is imminent,
Strong it is so eminent,
How long could I take refuge?
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC