Cafe Angelika Revisited

Twilight’s saffron haze reduced to memory
as light strengthens its spars over the horizon
silhouetted gossamer, woven upon ash wood and hedge
taut like strings on a violin

from my terrace down
closely packed houses, rooftops
gnawing at the pith of the air, where starlings’ wings
stretch for sunshine through eastward glints

I recall factories and windmills
wheeling under huddled clouds
across the contoured path of the Danube
where low tide exposes rockweed tangled like knotted hair

I remember omnibuses nosing northward
towards Cafe Angelika over mocha-layered crepes
the first kiss gleaned from your lips
revived this weary traveler