Taxi in the Village

“Not for a While” by Zoe Philadelphia-Kossak

Fruit flies float in the open pickle jar
teewurst unevenly on vollkornbrot
pink plastic bowls hold cigarettes and Mett

smoke tints sunbeams charcoal and eyes red
“Your dad used to sit in that chair.” Opa said

weeks worth newspapers on the broken stove
grey portraits crooked on dirty yellow walls
blend of 60s songs and clocks ticking echo

Tear stains and ash rested on my plane ticket
A taxi honked. “When will you come again?”