52 Poems for 2013, 20/52: European Illness

by Douglas Thompson

Renaissance gardens
on the hills above Prague
focus our words
polish them like marble statues
and throw them out
lost and scattered
into the unfathomable eternity
blue sky I cannot bear
to lift my eyes towards
where weary birds
peel off from the high steeples
like rose petals
to float on Autumn ponds
in the cool evenings
when the frost and fog
creep across all the bridges
like the intruding fingers
of destiny and progress.


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Filed in News, Stories on May 12, 2013