In Stephansplatz, geographical centre
of Vienna, where the horse drawn fiakers
wait in line for hire (the excrement
collected in bags attached to the carriage
to mollify the tourists), next to
the Stephansdom (its spire the tallest
in the world) where Holy Roman Emperors
were christened, baptized, confirmed, crowned, married
and dispatched, on paving where Haydn,
Mozart, Beethoven walked, the photographer
and her assistant, grandma and granddaughter
are practising their whistling.
BeethovenfiakersHaydnHoly Roman EmperorsMozartStephansdomStephansplatzViennaWhistler's Mother
Ashen Venema
January 1, 2022David, I always sense the love in your poems, of people, of places. And the way you treasure instances of recognition, and make connections.