Read a poem by another poet written
on the same day:

bedroom - Vienna

Sit with memories in one hand
and diary in the other
A staccato motorbike
Vibrates past
The coldness of a fallen autumn
And dead summer
Leaves frigid air
Temperature chaos
Time to close down
Time for pesto
Time to be everytime
With memoirs of music
And a touch of sarcasm
A hill of joy
A mountain of noise