BERLIN

Darkness fell upon these streets

While the eastern Russian winds paralyze my spine

With each step, I hear the whimpers of the past

The sensual moans of new-found lovers

Who don’t know each other’s names,

But when prompted, they caress each other’s nipples

while their limbs fall into each other’s bodies


As I wander through Berlin

Where the fog towers over the grey buildings

on Sonnenallee

Where the streetlights glare against the frosted windows

And anonymous shadows are transient guests on the pavement


This is the city where my memories are

Fossilized corpses

Fragmented notes that are abandoned by age

The honking cars, street hustlers, and bodega cats of Brooklyn

are a distant dream

Disjointed recollections of tenderness

Lost in this East German city

These memories, hoping to escape by daybreak


Here, the alleyways are desolate in winter

Mostly due to the truant foliage

That would rather die than remain frozen on these latent trees

Unlike the rain, snowflakes do not drown us

Instead, they glide from the greyish sky to the asphalt

Ephemeral

Barely leaving a trace


Little by little, the city unearths itself

Exhibiting the new and somewhat abused

People who bring

their own rhythm

their own stories

And semblance to a quiet dawn

Even when they are left out

They too, wander (through these streets)




Contributed by

Edna Bonhomme https://www.ednabonhomme.com/


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