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  • THE WHISTLER’S GRANDMOTHER

    In Stephansplatz, geographical centre

    of Vienna, where the horse drawn fiakers

    wait in line for hire (the excrement

    collected in bags attached to the carriage

    to mollify the tourists), next to

    the Stephansdom (its spire the tallest

    in the world) where Holy Roman Emperors

    were christened, baptized, confirmed, crowned, married 

    and dispatched, on paving where Haydn,

    Mozart, Beethoven walked, the photographer

    and her assistant, grandma and granddaughter

    are practising their whistling.


    One response to “THE WHISTLER’S GRANDMOTHER”


    1. Ashen Venema Avatar

      David, I always sense the love in your poems, of people, of places. And the way you treasure instances of recognition, and make connections.

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