it is time to move on

when flies smell blood
through a slight flesh wound
the lilting tickle is enough
to break my concentration
it is time to move on

when ants scurry around my feet
make an incursion up the flip-flop
onto the foot and across the ankle
inside the pant legs
it is time to move on

another place will not be hard to find
any bench along the Han River line
stay loose and flexible
pack it all up and go
when it is time to move on

all that is here i can do there
with no companion to drag along
bicycle wheels transport themselves
all that i have is in my pockets
when i move on time 

i can write here or write there
no one will care what i say
like a boat passing on the Danube to Vienna 
sits Altenberg and Trotsky at Cafe Central
one stays, one moves on with plans in life

an old man with sorghum bottle canteen
passes by me on time every day 
will see me on an alternate bench
not knowing the reason or sniff the stench
that clearly made me move on up the river

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