In a Baltic City
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1 min readNov 15, 2018
From my room I see a sea of red and gold
Autumn, the season of fashion glossies
Has arrived and with it, scarves and pantyhose.
In the top floor restaurant, leather-clad men pose
With broken noses nurse their brew and look through
You, futilely inviting fear; here barons they once were.
By noon, I am in the silent lanes for air.
Chekovian damsels recline on benches among leaves
Engrossed in books, they reclaim the innocence of ages
From a long intermission of brutality.
Knowledge reclaims, like vines, walls of the abandoned observatory.
