Lines of verse
come back
beautiful
as at the beginning of time
who never weren’t
They’re coming
Out of the darkness
the horror
evident
in front of your smile
Amid
of a market
embodied by
Climbing a fountain
the highest possible
want to attach their bouquet
of the bronze fountain Liesl
to give a kiss
Amid
a city full of commemorative plaques
with girl
to wear summer dresses
And yet not without
Vineter
A spectacle, however,
was dedicated to life
Memory
of the city
in cooperation
unique in Europe
And since
I thought of you
Beatrice
who I invented many years ago
in the citation
And yet you
You’re part of a real-life story
Part of real poems
In the midst of man’s greatest scandal:
death.