City Poems: Salzburg
Sometimes, going Beyond Golden eras.
all those Previous centuries Believing that life got better. Which it did.
Little to no Reality for we after-goers. Unfortunately.
zealots and extremists: he was not.
But…Dear Lord, how do we justify!? And even…no.
realizing that on either end of the Spectrum
gains or losses, still tallied at the end of the day. The pitch is thrown.
Abstract Weimar referencing.
such as---"he" had a dog. And so do I. two, in fact. What does that say?
which is instantly regrettable and praiseworthy at One time. Cliché!
Explainable in only his rhetoric and ours.
Little to lose.
little to Regard, except justification and intent. Oh well, music anyone?