How many times have we seen someone sayAbroad, as broad a road as frontiers are thick
How far, how far have we seen someone walk
Along and inside the parks of the strange
Broadway capitals.
How long will it be for our legs to tremble
and fear to bring excitement to our doorstep
Excitement to be pored back into our new neighbour's cup
One thin, fragile, but recognisable cup
Where eyes lie.
The old Renault in the main park
Standing like a flagstone at the corner of eyes
Doorstep to past anecdotes, souvenir now so dually
Pronounced
into the railwork
turned flat grey pusta
turned river Danube
turned black mountains
turned high-circling roads
soon at your doorstep
a junkyard of left-overs
the scattering of memory
and the loss of tragic colours.
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