Coffee houses. Some
Serving decaffeinated
Rumours of the past
Crumbling menus. Biscuit-sized
Photos how it was. Just that
Prater's Ferris wheel
Moves so slowly
That it turns
Into black-and-white
Cabins swirl with languages
From tourists quick to step off
Horse drawn carriages
Clip-clopping through the centre
Followed by cyclist
Bus and expensive traffic
Franz Joseph smiles at order
TANKA2
March 2024
Richard G Berg
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