published in Triggerfish Literary Review
I remember this
I remember that
I remembered richly even while tomorrow grew thinner and thinner.
Before the game was pulped for turbines, I held the talisman
on my tongue, chanting
the poet's golden riddles
One strand of intoxicating verse
looped into another into another to glow for all
This was in old West Berlin
in the shaggy metropolis with the mid-morning schnapps breath.
I heard the poet chanting
silence, silence, silence
before the collapsed glitz of winter in surreal Paris
the bead became the blue rose
in the enchanted necklace
rare like that.
for Leonore Uhlmann-Heyland and Joachin Uhlmann