On a street in Vienna

Outside the day is clear and blue    and trees
are gently dancing in the wind   I move
a book on my desk       It leaves an imprint
of earthy dust as each of us will do
in time       Time gentlemen please      Júlio
Harold    Ernesto      Carlos     their warm breath
gone the way of the world : and Pamela
who called herself
                          a piece of painted dirt
Footsteps over the rainy cobblestones
on a street in Vienna      Beethoven
playing the Moonlight Sonata in my
imagination      Ladies dusting off
their ball gowns and powdering their noses
Ted asks where are
                         the snows of yesteryear?

John Lyons