Somewhere In Hungary

Far from the commotion 

Of the cities 

Budapest 

Miskoic 

Szeged 

And Debrecen 

A man swallows 

A dram of spirits 

To take off the chill 

Of the early morning fog 

Waiting for him 

Out in the fields 

The woman of the house 

Watches his round figure 

Get smaller 

From the porch 

The morning is 

Not unusually still 

She turns 

And closes the door 

She goes to where 

He left the bottle and glass 

Sits 

And drinks 

Two glasses 
For herself