City Poems: Prague

Towards a wider Breach,
onward…along rutted paths and
wheel-tread ghosts. Forgotten Old-World Highways. Once, then.
an Enlightenment-Era, spanning Bridges and Empires.
realization. So be it.
despite any prevalent acceptance,
someone remains…yet, remembers.

Perhaps having Never Been requires an advantage,
really. If preconceptions determine
another branching of Truth. Another standard. I will keep my own,
guileless yet. That sweetness of effusive Anger. It stays, then,
unless the Boundaries, redrawn to include any German-speaking citizen,
eradicating blue-blazing innocence of Slavic tones and Teutonic thought