Friends come to Brussels - and it rains!
A mini-trip
between two trains
At end of March where
chilly skies
Make rays of sunshine
a surprise.
With backpacks,
woolly hat and scarves;
In Belgium – they
do nowt by halves!
We see Gudula’s resting
place
Then head downtown
and pick up pace
The ‘Monnaie’ pillars now proclaim
Support for sad,
war-torn Ukraine;
To Brussels’ heart;
down winding street
Chez Léon for some “moules et frites” !
Warm friendly chat
about old times
And yes, they also
read my rhymes!
Nor does our
conversation stall
For old friends
are the best of all!
The Grand’Place mansions
they admire
The town hall (ditto)
and its spire!
Quick! Some photos
while it’s dry
Against a
threatening grey sky…
All done and
dusted; soon it’s three
A taxi takes them
to Midi
A fond farewell on
cobbled street;
I wonder when we
next shall meet…
(c) Poet in the woods 2023
Chez Léon Rue des Bouchers
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