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'Cafe Angelika Revisited'

Twilight's saffron haze reduced to memory
as light strengthens its spars over the horizon
silhouetted gossamer, woven upon ash wood and hedge
taut like strings on a violin

from my terrace down;
closely packed houses, roof tops
gnawing at the pith of the air, where starlings wings
stretch for sunshine through eastward glints

I recall factories and windmills
whirling under huddled clouds
across the contoured path of the Danube
where low tide exposes rockweed, tangled like knotted hair

I remember omnibuses nosing up towards
Budapest's Cafe Angelika,
where over mocha layered crepes
the first kiss gleaned from your lips, revived this weary traveler

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