Critique
Every week
A poem for the road
I left my shoes on a bench in Prague
Let someone take them and make them at his feet
All I have left are vague memories
From the center and the Charles Bridge which you have to cross
– According to what The Backpacker’s Guide tells us –
From dawn if you don’t want to be in a hurry
But as usual I keep in mind
Uninteresting places without recommendations
The Žižkov district after eight in the evening
A grocery store the television tower
Communist jamming America’s radios
In the 20th century before our conception
Your blue eyes with a film camera
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