Poem: Charlottenburg

Un air de déjà-vu.

A grand chateau

Stone tentacles

And glass windows

Symmetrically

Through the ages

And across the horizon

On both sides

Of the perpendicular

Stagnant water of

A Grand Canal

Shaping up into

An artificial

And delicate

Geometry that

Once charmed

The thinking wanderers

The great souls

Who lived here

But are nowhere

To be seen now

Instead, the

Chimes of

Ordinary children

Playing

On pebbled paths

Amidst

The flashy modernity

Of evening runners

Whose steps

Draw

Imaginary squares

Against the dimming sky

Sketch a

New, finite

Geometry

And the quiet

Lacework feeling

Of Sunday night

Desperation.

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