City Poems: Berlin (II)

More than likely,
you will be as the migrating sparrows,

buried in the mass of riggings and detailed wire-rope,
entwined in the passage of Ships and relocations.
run! Thru' the Unfamiliar streets and notice the portraits in the Sand,
leave---and return. Home. Where, of course, it has always Mattered most.
inside that, search. Burst it open to find
nothing. Yet even inside that, little words meaning. Yes. Yes.