Auf Wiedersehen
A shaft of sunlight
cleaves their reveries,
and the spell evaporates,
their fate is sealed,
their goose is cooked!
Morning-mouthed,
bedraggled, the reality of day
makes for a rude awakening
and reluctantly they say
auf wiedersehen.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2009
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