Das Wienheim

K.Hartless,
Wine Bar by Mike Daneshi

Wine bar

zig-zag lights

industrial soft white

metal and the open door of night.

In Germany,

I dream in grey,

an homage to the wall days

and even buried deep

in the Bavarian heart

I’m afraid–

never know what Mutti’ll say:

a different rule,

a different day.

But when you grow up on rations

you don’t know a feast,

which can taste like a wine bar

date with yourself after weeks.

The chatter a bit like clucking hens,

hooks without grins,

and grey goodbyes.

It’s Germany,

so I won’t dare cry.

© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved

Published by K.Hartless

K.Hartless is a persistent poet and eclectic fiction writer. She’s been recently published in Luna Station Quarterly, The Last Girls Club, Edge of Humanity Magazine, Pure Haiku, and Spillwords. Her blog, Yardsale of Thoughts, blends fiction, poetry, music, and art to create new experiences for readers.

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