And then a few clicks and a few words

and some train rides and some runs

and there’s a new job in the pipeline

and a new flat

and the old one all packed up.

Just like that

it’s all different, all safe,

all taken care of somehow

and so grown up.

One week’s time,

contracts signed,

dresses ironed and heels out,

head spinning,

and cheeks flushed.

It’s still summertime, appeasingly.

At my new workplace,

a piece of art convinced me

to turn the left cheek, give away my tunic, walk the extra mile.

Service continues.

The rooftop flat, charmingly bright,

is near the Rhine

so that deal was done too.

And he? My favorite one?

He’s game and he is in.

And that makes everything worth it.