City Poems: Geneva

Dark-breaking, the Sunrise is abstract and
entirely clichéd this Morning. Well---
Someone shall still find it poetic and the
chasm of differing Appreciation opens once more…
inside, not one Reporter remarks upon the drifting dust motes,
Some log away dressing, the color of jackets, of eyes,
intent on finding words and missing
only All of it.
No one is adventurous enough to
see each side of love of war of Both.

It reveals itself to
no one anyway.

Going past the Monuments to Viennese Negotiations,
except the Balance-of-Power alleviates
neither Contingent, fortunate enough to fall back twice. Congress and People,
every Attempt at levity is assessed as
Very Poor planning:
Although to laugh is the same---resulting in successive Outbreaks either way