Cesky Krumlov at Six O'Clock in the Morning
Kirby Wright
Light of the dying
Dot the Czech hill.
Braking trucks paint
Sgraffito walls red.
First birds chirp lonely.
Oak leaves spiral for water,
Float to Prague.
The gray-blue Vitava
Matches the sky.
Wind howls the poplars,
Whispers my chances.
I am a damaged man
Pan-frying bacon.
Roofs hide
The bald spots of owners.
Dormer rooms
Compress all the magic.
My life ends
The minute I kiss
The fierce river goddess.
Light of the dying
Dot the Czech hill.
Braking trucks paint
Sgraffito walls red.
First birds chirp lonely.
Oak leaves spiral for water,
Float to Prague.
The gray-blue Vitava
Matches the sky.
Wind howls the poplars,
Whispers my chances.
I am a damaged man
Pan-frying bacon.
Roofs hide
The bald spots of owners.
Dormer rooms
Compress all the magic.
My life ends
The minute I kiss
The fierce river goddess.