I wake up, peer out - phew, it's hot!
I’m still here
– my friends are not
They’re off
in droves - by plane or car
To Greece,
or Spain or somewhere far!
Brussels
buzzes, dry and warm;
Tourists in
the Grand’Place swarm
Admiring
our Baroque main square
Indulging in an ice-cold beer…
Fierce sun
for pralines is bad news
But over ‘frites’
we all enthuse
Not cheap,
I grant you, but delish
And yes,
they can be served with fish!
Little
pleasures, it is clear
Perhaps
that’s why I love it here;
In compact,
zigzagged cobbled streets
'Tis true - the
heart of Europe beats!
I stumble
down my dusty stairs
Housework
beckons, but who cares?
It’s
Saturday and I have time
Hence this
modest little rhyme!
(c) Poet in the woods 2025
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