Looking Out From a Balcony Near Prague
The snow winks at the sun
The sun’s glare unflinching
The air is sharp
But clean
Slightly hurting to breathe.
The mist ascends
Now even brighter
Warmth!
Light!
It hurts less to breath.
The trees extended
Like phallic totems
Green from white snow
Their frost slowly melts.
Life emerges
From holes, caves and rocks
Once timid in hovels
Now completely alive.
The day continues
The sun moving round
And down
Until dusk.




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