Tuesday, May 29, 2012

 

The War

In a forgotten corner
of Vienna, zigzags
of rubble under grass

and wildflowers. Once
Karl's Restaurant.
At twilight he decants

pale wine. A drop
hangs in the air,
an iridescence.

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# posted by motleycrisp @ Tuesday, May 29, 2012
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