For Prague, city of particles and atoms

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For Prague, city of particles and atoms
(for Ambronese)

    On water and land, my youth
    is finished. I have learned
    that people make promises.
    They don’t often keep their word, and yet
    you’re still a vision in a field

of snow. The rainfall outside my window takes upon itself

    a pensive transformation. An
    eternity that is filled with hope.

You leave me with the art of fighting the cold.

    One day soon you’ll be wife,

    lover, mother. Prague, mother

    of particles and atoms, I dream
    of you. Phosphorous. School
    painted and knitted a sweetness
    about you. So did the waves
and time.
    Wave after wave of fugitive pieces.

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