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Lunch in Kraków


Only the cup of hot tea remained
after a simple meal of two sausages,
sauerkraut, with mustard and a

piece of farmer’s bread. I sat where
I normally sit. Alone at the end of
the kitchen table. As I ate, I was

flipping pages reading about
Moses, Joshua, Philip, and Paul,
which reminded me of meditation

earlier today that took me to a city
I’d never seen filled with beautiful
churches and old world charm.

This amazing city beckoned me as
did my last few sips of tea. When I
spoke, they understood; when they

spoke, I understood. I felt like I was
dressed simply in black and white.
As I drank my tea here, it felt like

I was there admiring St. Mary’s
Church and watching people as they
walked about the square. I took a

last sip and stood up to clear the
table, shaking my head wondering
who would believe such a story?

I lunched in Kraków from here.

Categories: Poetry

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alslaff

Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)

I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)

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